I entered the bathroom and announced to whomever was in the show that I was about to join them. My mind was tempting me to rebel agains this behavior.... What if my wife had returned early? What if Freddy was in there with her? I pulled aside the shower curtain revealing Freddy all my his lonesome. In a way, I was disappointed that my wife wasn’t in there with him. I stepped in, pulling the curtain closed behind me. Freddy as in the act of soaping jp his cock and balls. His cock was just its. Was it possible that my shortened occupied time had caught my mom (and Mike?) off guard?At this point I remember the awful thoughts beginning to darken my mind. For a split second, the image of my mom and Mike together; in bathing suits, in the shower filled my mind. I dismissed it. I took another step towards my parents’ room and all I could see was my mom, completely nude with her body pressed up against Mike in the shower. I tried to compose myself and proceed normally. I reached the frame. ”“Wait,” Bethany said as she caught her shorts and panties. Her voice broke when she saw how angry I was. “Talk to me.”“You’re not my girlfriend anymore. You’re not even my friend anymore.”“Hold on, are you two lez or something?” Joe was a little slow.We both stopped and looked at him. “And this is your dream guy?” I asked with a cruel laugh.“Screw you, Stephanie.” Bethany pulled up her panties and shorts. “At least he’s willing to have sex with me.”“Mark wanted us to wait until we got on birth. One of Venerable’s Deacons, I didn’t know his name, crashed around a corner, and brushed his shoulder along my chest. Didn’t stop, just picked up speed.I trotted forward and saw two men, each holding up a leg of another man who had been strung up from the branch of a sturdy Douglas-Fir. Hs face was red, he was choking to death.I holstered my pistol and aimed my Parker up to where the rope had been looped over a thick branch. I was close enough that the shot wouldn’t spread enough to strike the.