You had a few too many drinks at that party and asked for me to take you home and I happily agreed; I only went because you begged me to take you. You... were wearing a plain black dress that fit to your body perfectly. I noticed a stray piece of your long brown hair laying across your face. I gently pushed it put of the way and leaned down to kiss you goodnight. But as soon as our lips touched your hand shot behind my neck, pulling me in and deepening the kiss. I let out a soft moan and you. ”“How hard?”“Very hard. Until she cums.”“Can you fuck her so hard she cums?”He shook his head slowly.“Then give her to a man who can, Pete,” Eve commanded. “Give her to the man who’s going to make her cum so hard she begs him to stop.”My husband looked everywhere other than into my eyes as he led me the short distance to where Adam was standing, already undressed. His cock was large, dark and semi-erect. He took my hand.“Tell him what you want, Pete,” Eve’s voice was hard and unforgiving. “Say. Joseph is stroking his cock and is cumming into my panty. He is so aroused and has his cock wrapped around my panty. Joseph is getting off on this and has a full erection. I don't scream, but I say "Excuse me, why are you in my house?" Joseph looks flabbergasted that I caught him. Joseph explains that he is sorry that he broke into my house. He tells me he has this fetish. He wanted to see me in all of the things that I bought. He tells me when he saw the panties laying there, he just could not. It happened.Your friends and family members have been there for you. Some of them are helpful, some of them less so. They know you're grieving, so they give you space most of the time. However, one or two of your friends are really worried about you. You have been grieving for a while now, you know that much.Ever since your girlfriend passed, you've felt loss. However, as time has gone on, you're starting to feel... lonely. You want companionship again, and not just the platonic kind. You're.