Steadily, his thrusts became harder and faster. She moved her hips in sync with his. She pushed her pussy to his cock as he pounded her. They were moa...ning rhythmically and their breaths were becoming shorter. He let out a loud groan and fucked her harder and faster. She dug her nails into the skin on his back. He let out another loud groan as he came inside her. He slowed his thrusts. When he finished, he pulled out and rolled off of her. They laid in silence, trying to catch their breaths. She. . "I love you," Sandra said.Richard opened his mouth, but Sandra spoke again."And I love Emily. I love what we have. Thanks for being my friend, Richard."For the second time that evening, Richard found himself being passionately kissed before he could speak. He had a feeling words weren't going to be very useful for a little while.Sandra pressed herself so firmly against Richard that it felt like she was trying to get inside of him. Her tongue was so smooth and silky against his. Her hands ran. Every time Libby closed her eyes, she could see his face. The menacing look in his eyes penetrated into her soul. Knowing he would be behind bars did little to comfort her. She wanted the pain to go; she wanted to be that happy, cheerful girl she had been before meeting him.Seeing the smirk on her attacker's face for the last time just brought the memories flooding back. She wanted to throw up, but most of all, she wanted to crawl away into a tiny hole and disappear from the world.Libby had. She was tanned. Her body looked quite firm, rather than the slack look he remembered. His rather imprecise memories included a rampant thatch of pubic hair, but when he looked at her crotch, he could actually see her cleft through the short hairs.It was her eyes, though, that surprised him the most. He was used to looks of irritation, downright anger, condescension, even pity. Instead, it was a look that he hardly recognized - desire mixed with a good bit of fear.He would never know how some of.