I 'm sorry this chapeter has taken so long to get out. living gets in the way. I will finish this fib, but I seriously doubt I can do a chapter a week or even ten mean solar day. I do go for you enjoy it and remember your positve feedback and remark are my only if defrayal





The rest of the day passed without drama of anything of greenback. I called Kim on my two remaining interruption. She reported nothing odd on her end, and that she and Rachel had walked down to the Safeway and bought a few things for dinner. We were having baked poulet and potatoes. She said I would be particularly pleased with dessert. She was a little unretentive on details, but my resourcefulness is good.

The only matter of note to occur that afternoon was the culmination of the two liberation human body that would signal my journeying into the world of crime and hopefully the release of Rachel from the likely lethal grasp of the Russian maffia. I could still not get my weaponry around that. The Russian mob thought my ex-wife knew where their stolen money was ? This just doesn't happen to real people. But, I with my own eyes, on Sunday had arrived back home to happen Rachel, and her babe, Kim, the fille I loved, bound to a pair of chairs. Kim was naked, had a cut on her thorax, and they told a account of future straining and death. I had evidently scared the single gangster away when I unexpectedly showed up.

I put the two release material body ; one for Jane Doe 12-017, and one for Julia Swensen, into a data file folder and then into my desk. Tomorrow Rachel and I would get Dr Syygo to sign on them. I was not looking forward to the dissembling that would suffer to be used to get Jane Doe released, but it had to pass. And my plan to make it happen had to work on the first try. We would get no second fortune.

I arrived home to the mouthwatering smell of roast volaille in the air. My preparation had never made the planetary house olfactory property this good. I was under the opinion that the womanhood of 2012 had given up cooking. My nose told me I was mistaken.

As my olfactory organ was taking in another whiff, I heard a fomite pull up and the engine die. My contiguous mentation was"The Russians"and my adrenal secretory organ sent a burst of hormones that spiked my nub rate and blood pressure. I rushed over to the window, and peaked around the curtain. My mind was already weighing the betting odds of fighting poesy running, when I saw an attractive red head climb out of from behind the cycle of a pick up.

I let out a huge sigh. It was only Tasha. My heart are on fucking edge. I wondered for the one-millionth time, what the sin was I doing. I walked over and opened the front door.

"Hi, Tasha"I greeted her.

Tasha looked me over, and got an odd tone on her face.

"Jesus Christ, you look like you've seen a ghost. Do I look that bad ?"she said

"No. No. I, uh, just forgot, you, umm, were coming over. You look great"I stammered

Now I can't lecture ? I've never had any problem talking with Tasha. We don't know each other very well, but as she and Kim always seemed to be together, I did see her a lot. I've even flirted with her, and I was always able-bodied to do it confidently.

"You don't sound very convince"she laughed out and then looked behind me.

"Hi, Kim !"she said with enthusiasm."What did you do to Ron ? He looks like a dash puppy."

"I do not."I said and shot her a dirty look, which Kim noticed.

"He's not scared."Kim said and I was about to thank her."He's whipped"

All three peeress laughed, with Rachel joining in as she entered the room from the kitchen. I was not going to win this, so I just gave in.

"Could be big ; I could be celibate"I replied

That got a peculiar"Ha"out of Rachel, which earned her a dirty smell from me and a surprised feeling from the early two gentlewoman. Then we all laughed it off.

"Dinner smells great !"I said hungrily."When do we eat ?"

"Now"said Rachel"Then we need to get over to the sign of the zodiac and submit care of things there."

I looked a silent question to Kim. I was wondering exactly what she told Tasha. Tasha seemed pretty calm and nonchalant. Too calm down to have sex about the Russians. I would let to confirm this soon.

We had a good clip eating. I sat between Tasha and Kim. They were pretending to garner my favor, by fawning over me.

"You're so precious, Ron"Kim said with an amplify moolah sugariness voice.

"Oh, yes, Ron"started Tasha with her own syrupy articulation.

"But, you're much too cute, for Kim. You should be with me"Tasha said breathlessly, and batting her eyes.

"I'm going to be sick"said Rachel shaking her head.

"Tsk. Don't be a bitch, Rachel"Kim said chastening her sister."Tasha and I will hold you down while Ron spanks you again."

Rachel looked like she was going to say something. But, as her ass had been reddened by me, just two days ago, she thought better of it. Tasha also said cipher, but the gossip had not escaped her.

Then Kim, cut a bit of chicken from my plate.

"Here comes the choo-choo"Kim infant talked me, and fed me the meat.

Tasha speared a potato and offered it to me with an

"Open wi-ide"turning the last Holy Scripture into two syllables.

"Good boy !"Tasha said like she was speaking to a pup that just went on the paper, after I eagerly took the offered vegetable.

Then for my biggest surprisal of the day, Tasha leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

Uh-oh. I thought, and took a ready glance at Kim. If she was mad, she hid it well, and actually looked pleased.

"good boy !"Tasha added after her soft brim left mine.

"Yes, you are"Kim added in the Lapplander glad puppy overlord voice as Tasha.

"If you clean you plate, you get dessert !"Kim finished.

I thought I knew what she had in mind.

"I am really going to be sick if you two don't cut this out"Rachel said in her boner-killing voice.

"We have work to do, remember ? Rachel added.

As much as I was enjoying the attention, Rachel was right.

"kill Joy"I said"But, Rachel's powerful"

There was passel of mock disfavor and whining, but we settled down and finished eating in ten minutes. It did not break loose my attention that there was cypher for dessert. I did not comment.

The truck was too pocket-sized for all four of us, so Rachel and I rode together in my car, and Kim and Tasha went in the pickax up. Rachel and I drove over in silence. My psyche bounced from the Russians, to how a good deal Tasha knew, to how heavy the freezer really was, and then I would get going over.

I came up with no answers and my nervousness were frayed as I pulled in presence of Kim and Rachel's house. As I shut off the engine, a completely unrelated motion popped into my mind.

"Rachel, did the indemnity pay off the firm ?"

Rachel and Kim's parents had been killed in an auto fortuity six months ago. Rachel and I were separated at the time, and the subject had never come up.

"ass, no !"Rachel snapped with much more spite than I expect.

"The mother fucker didn't pay a dime bag ! They said the last month's premium was not paid ! They said that because of that the insurance policy had lapsed the week before ! Can you fucking believe that ! Mom and Dad had that shucks policy for at to the lowest degree ten geezerhood ! Not one fucking dime !"

Wow, I thought. Did I just strike a boldness or what ? The in conclusion metre she was even close to this pissed is when I told her I was not paying maintenance. I let the dependent drop, and Kim and Tasha backed into the driveway.

We all got out and I noticed Rachel looked odd. I suppose she was pissed at the memory I had just drudged up. Kim and Tasha made it to the threshold first and Kim unlocked the doorway and we all started to go in. But, Kim pulled up short and she said in a part fully of anger.

"What the piece of tail !"

I pushed inside and saw what the fuck. The sustenance room was a muss. The cushions were all off the furniture and tossed on the floor. virtually of the DVDs had been pulled out of the cabinet and were on the floor. The room access to the knick-knack shack were open and the subject either pushed to the face, or were lying on the floor. Some were broken.

"The Russians"I heard Kim say ; her whole step changing from anger to fear.

"Who ?"asked Tasha.

wellspring, that individual Bible and the hint of care in her vox told me Kim had not explained what was going on. This was going to be an interesting future ten minutes.

Before I could blockade them the lady friend all rushed to various pointedness of the house and found every room in the same precondition. somebody had been looking for something. Three of the four of us jazz who and what and it was left to Kim to explain to Tasha.

I had no idea which direction Tasha would cant over. Mad that we had gotten her involved. Concerned for Kim and Rachel. Scared to be a part of this. Worried about getting in trouble. I thought I saw virtually of that offer across her look as Kim told the hale storey, leaving out only the sex that had been going on at my plaza. We all looked at Tasha, knowing that she could make this a lot well-fixed or a lot harder. She plopped down in the recushioned hot seat and looked, surprisingly, at me.

"Is this the mightily thing to do ?"Tasha questioned

I shrugged my shoulders. I was not for sure myself.

Rachel was and she chimed in.

"Tasha, they will kill me. As sure as they tore this family apart looking for the money ; they will vote down me"

Rachel said that much more than calmly than I would have expected. But, because she is still Rachel, there was plenty of drama dripping from certain words.

"What about you guys"Tasha said motioning to Kim and I"Are you guys in danger ?"

I thought I could suffice that, so I took a stab.

"Kim, more than me ; because they know who she is. But, if they find the female child at my place, I doubt they are going to just send me on my way. But, if they think Rachel is dead, I think they will drop it and assume that Petrov killed her and took the money"

"Dead !"Tasha exclaimed.

Kim and Rachel spent a few proceedings telling her our general programme. This would be the moment of Truth. Tasha now knew what she was getting in to. How would she react ?

"I don't know what I would do if you guys were killed and I did nothing to help"Tasha said with misty eyes.

Then Kim burst into tears and practically ran to Tasha and they hugged. Both of them were crying now. I was too dumbstruck. I don't know what Rachel was thinking. She was stonefaced.

"Let's load up the pick up, all three cars, and get the snake pit out of here"I said, taking charge.

There was general agreement and we went right after the center freezer. It had, I guessed, about 20 lbs of classify icy foods inside and I told the gentlewoman to just leave it. When we had Julia Swensen in there it would be a lot heavier. Surprisingly, with all four of us, we lifted it easily. The strong part was getting it through the doorway out to the truck.

We managed and then began loading Rachel and Kim's personal effect into the railcar and truck. I think we got each lady's entire press, plus shoes, all their bathroom poppycock, and some cookware and nutrient. We even straightened up ; which I objected to. But, Kim and Rachel were adamantine about not leaving a muckle. Tasha sided with me, but in the end we just all pitched in and got it as close to rule as another 45 minutes would allow.

It was 10:30 when we pulled back into my driveway. It took another 1 ½ hrs to get everything unloaded and some of it put away. By midnight we were all toast. Tasha thought about staying the night, but she thought it Best to get her Dad's truck back tonight. She told Kim she would come back over tomorrow after workplace. Rachel decided to take up a shower. That left Kim and I alone.

"You and Rachel seem to be taking your business firm being ransacked pretty well"I blurted out the question that had been bothering me for the campaign over.

Kim was silent for a few moments.

"I guess we kind of expected it. It kind of follows that if they couldn't find us ; they would at least search the house."

"Yeah. But, now that they know it's not there, they will focus on finding Rachel….and you."I added.

Kim was silent again ; unreadable.

"storage area me."she said looking vulnerable and scared.

I took her in my arms and hugged her tight. She squeezed me tight, as well. I know it was the wrong clock time, but even this comforting embracement was more than a little arousing. I could feel Kim's house breasts crush against my tum. Her head nuzzled on my chest ; and I took in the amalgamate scent of exertion and her shampoo.

Kim released me ; looked up and shifted her gaze from one eye to the other, and then leaned up to buss me softly, tentatively. Her soft sass gently touched mine ; hinting at another kiss. She answered that hope by pulling me down to her and kissing me deeply.

I moved one of my hands to the mollify clotheshorse of her hip and my other holding her tight against me. I was surprised when she moved both of her hands on to my prat, and gave them a gruntle squeeze.

She broke our kiss long enough to say

"Nice ass."with an pixilated grin.

Then she pulled me back in for another abstruse kiss that had my psyche spinning and my libido at full attention. This time it was I who pulled back.

"Wow, that's some osculation"I said a slight breathless

"I have more"she answered seductively."You want to go upstairs ?"

I treated that as a rhetorical question and pulled her into my arms for another buss, and then I took her by the hand for our trek up the stairs. We moved quickly and entered my room.

"You get undressed and sit on the bed, while I get ready"Kim directed me.

I didn't know what she needed to do get ready. She looked ready to me. But she stepped into my toilet and closed the doorway behind her. I wasted no time in disrobing and was sitting on my bed, massaging my hard on when my bathroom door opened and Kim stepped out.

Kim leaned against the door jam, and I looked her over. She was wearing skimpy two piece intimate apparel set. The top was a grim shear bra that covered all, but concealed nothing. Kim's perfect pouty white meat filled the material and seemed to be staining to get out. Her nipples, slightly constricted, were both tinted and squashed by her garment. They looked like confect to the sucked and savored.

Attached to the bra, was more of the fleece black material. It served the purpose of adding to the illusion of concealment. It screamed you can almost see her bare. Almost. What are you going to do about it ? The garment was cut in an reverse V, so Kim's learn mid severance was completely exposed, and drawing my eyes to her painfully minuscule panties.

Across the big top of her tan hips was a black train that supported the control board protecting her puss from my prying eyes. I wondered what the back looked like, and like she could say my head, she turned. The cosmic string on the top of her rosehip continued it's circle and was joined by a second, that bisected my Kim's lovely ass, leaving it bare and completely exposed. As she turned around I finished my downward gaze, admiring her toned wooden leg, as she pointed one knee seductively.

"You're over dressed"I said, naked holding my dick.

"Lie on you back"Kim said wiggling a bottle of some application that had escaped my care until just now.

The way she was dressed did not install the desire to lay eyes down, so I just sat there while she approached. My hands went to her wide articulatio coxae ; found them warm and silken smooth. I followed her contours around as her firm hips became her easy and pliable bottom. I kneaded the au naturel soma greedily.

"I have a full idea. Why don't I give YOU a massage"I said as I continued my massage of her shapely rearward side.

Without a Good Book she handed me the bottle, which I put off to the side, and she reached behind herself to pull up on a bow that would release her top. It fell to the primer and I pulled her in to me. My oral fissure took in her mamilla and I sucked gently on it, and then swirled my tongue around the border of her areola. I was rewarded with a soft groan

"Mmmmmmmm. I like your tongue massage"Kim added

I moved to the other boob and licked her pap once, before taking it into my lip and sucking on the minuscule nub. My manus moved up to rub down her other knocker, to play gently with the erect nipple. Soon both were constricted into pencil eraser like knots, and my paw drifted down to waistband.

I snared it both ovolo and pulled it down in a steady clout. Kim adjusted and it came off easily. As the front sank down I waited anxiously for Kim's light blonde hair to make an appearance, but to my delight it was gone. My mind snapped up and I found Kim grinning

"Like it ?"she asked

I just nodded my foreland stupidly, as I gently rubbed the baby soft area with my quarter round. She stepped, parting her wooden leg more, and I accepted the invitation as her musk of arousal filled my nostril. My pollex quickly found the top sheepfold of her outer lips and I rubbed the easygoing, legal tender peel, feeling the wind of the heat and moisture below.

"Mmmmmmmmmm"Kim moaned softly again.

I had to stop or this would get out of handwriting. I had offered a massage and that thought beat back me to barricade. I gently pushed her back and stood. We embraced and I kissed her deeply for two rhythm longer than was prudent. My psyche was a piffling light, and my cock which was upturned into Kim's stomach was begging me for attention. I pulled back and whispered to Kim

"Get on the bed"

Kim gave me a pouty lip that said she would be happy to skim the massage, but I liked the theme of touching every column inch of her naked body. She reluctantly did as she was told, lying on her back, with her leg slightly apart, subtly offering herself to me. My eyes followed her lines downward, beginning with her gentle, anxious, but very volition smile ; down to her pale white meat, capped by her the tight cherry on each. I noticed how her flat tummy transitioned perfectly to both the clotheshorse of her hip joint, and her now bare pubic country. She brought one knee up gently, and my middle were quickly drawn to her shapely legs, her tan accentuating them and accenting the common soldier areas that were cream in color.

As much as I hated to verbalize these lyric, they tumbled out anyway.

"bit over"

Kim gave me the pouty lip again, but did as she was told without charge. Her legs were again slightly parted and my eyes sought her individual areas, rummy as to what was on display for my delight. But, only Kim's shapely backside and a small portion of Kim's clam could be seen. I was tempted to turn on a light.

Instead, I grabbed the bottle of application, lifted Kim's dear leg, sat, and put her leg on my lap. I put a liberal amount of the lavender scented confection in my hand and began massaged Kim's foot.

"Really ?"she said, obviously expecting a more erogenous speckle to be rubbed. But, I had a plan.

I began working the archway of her foot, rubbing it firmly with my thumb.

"Ohhhhhh. That spirit good"she moaned.

I continued the tending to her ft, paying particular attention to ball of toes and the toes themselves. I earned various Sir Thomas More moan of pleasure, as I manipulated the spliff and rubbed in between each little shote.

I finished that animal foot and went on to the bit, repeating my massage, and adding lotion as her skin absorbed by offering. I was silent this wholly time, letting her focussing on the pleasure. I finished with Kim's second foot, and paused as I reloaded by hands with lotion, leaving her to wonder what was to follow.

I had Kim's right leg bent at the knee, so I moved my hands down to her firm, but soft calfskin. I firmly kneaded the muscularity with both work force, working first the spinal column of the sura and then the slope. I did this until the considerable sum of application was worked in and repeated my efforts on her other calf. This portion of the massage did not garner me any groan ; it did begin a practice of working up her peg, to increasingly more sensitive and sultry areas. I was going to ramp up her desire and anticipation.

I extracted myself from underneath Kim, replaced her limbs on the bed and maneuvered myself until I straddled her calves. I drizzled the elbow room temperature liquid on the back of her go forth thigh. elbow room temperature smell cold to someone at 98.6 degrees, and hopefully even a little hotter by now.

I started at her knee and encircled her leg with my two manus so my thumbs would glide up the cover of her leg and provide most of the massage. My hands moved half way up, applying regular, unwavering pressure sensation. When they stopped halfway up, I rolled by digit from the face of Kim's pleasant-tasting thigh, reversed and kneaded her firm muscles back to her knee. Then I reversed again, with bolder massaging motions moved back up and farther up her leg.

As my moved my way up, I lifted myself off Kim's sura. She took this opportunity to pass around her leg further, offering, nearly begging me to move my paw all the way up. But, I stopped just shy of the rise of her shapely bottom, and once again drift my finger's breadth up. Her musk filled the air, and I could experience her rut as my fingertip missed touching her sex by a fraction of an column inch. Kim squirmed, but was silent as I worked my way back down.

Her other thigh was treated in the Same manner, with me massaging and kneading the tissue paper as deeply as I could. On my final liberty chit at the top of thighs I allowed one finger to lightly brush her kitty, and I was rewarded with goose protuberance filling her pelt. I smiled as I rose off her calf, moved my body up and rested myself on her upper thigh, with my aching erecting resting between the cheeks of her ass, a maddeningly stuffy distance to heaven.

I rocked back and Forth using her crevice to masturbate me while I warmed application in my workforce. Kim squirmed a bit beneath me, wanting me inside her, but knowing she still had to wait. I began on her shoulders and pep pill back, and spent much Sir Thomas More time than was needed to break her muscle down. I would speculation lower on occasion, giving her hope that my attentions would focus on the areas of the torso most needing attention.

I meandered my way down to the small of the her backrest and used my thumbs there for just a few moments, until they parted troupe seeking the laborious contours of Kim's hips. I moved myself down and repositioned myself between Kim's willingly parted second joint, and watched as she subtly, maybe unconsciously brought her hips up, to give me unchained and complete access to the opening of my choosing.

This view was perfect. Kim's pussy was wet and glistening. Her inner rim were slightly parted, showing me exactly where my mark should be. My eye moved up ever so slightly to see her utter tap little starfish. It was tightly closed, defining me to invade it. The thought was very appealing.

Instead I dripped large glops of lotion on each cheek, and squeezed a dollop at the top of her watershed, knowing that the feeling of it running between her impertinence would construct her crazy. I kneaded the application into one cheek and then the former. I rolled my hands, off to her sides and followed her hips down, and then in, and I cupped and kneaded the bed of each cheek. I watched as my lotion slowly inched it's way down to her most forbidden opening.

Finally giving in to her squirms I put my aright helping hand in between her thigh right below her bottom, and my left on the exterior of the left thigh and kneaded that flesh. My custody moved up steadily, kneading, until my right hand touched her wet snatch. I rubbed it, up and down, with the interior of my hand.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh"Kim finally released."More massage there, please"

I rubbed up and down ; splitting her twat and feeling her rise and energy on my hand.

"That's what I'm talking about"she purred.

I withdrew, swapped hands, and began my upward coming on her right thigh, taking just a petty extra fourth dimension both on the way up, and in her hot, wet, love hollow, when I reached the top. I noticed that her slight rose bud was now covered with the purpleness liquid, and I moved my rightfulness hand up, so my thumb could give this belittled muscleman it's own massage. My thumb had a mind of it's own, pushing, rubbing, and soon probing inside Kim's tight little bottom.

"Please, Ron. Use your glossa on me there. Please, I'll do anything you want."Kim begged.

I didn't enjoy the taste of the application, which sounded odd to me considering where my tongue would be, but"Anything"has a very persuasive audio to it.

"In a moment, have intercourse"I replied wanting to mold in a picayune of that lotion in.

But as a reward for her forbearance, I rearranged my hands so my fingers could massage both of her soon to be violated openings.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm"Kim moaned and squirmed.

When she felt me actuate back and lay between her ramification, Kim raised her hips to meet me, offering herself to me. I reached over, grabbed a pillow and pushed it under her hips and began to work both cheeks, and admire the thought. The stark vulnerability that this position put Kim in was very arousing. Kim's newly shaven pussycat was open a little more now, and the entire labia engorged with the line of her arousal. Just above, tightly closed, suggesting that I would need to pry it open to enjoy it's party favor was her small starfish. It too was glistening with the oils from Kim's application, the slick inviting an attack to force it open.

I lowered my head to Kim's backside as I spread her cheeks wide, and dragged my tongue across her anatomical sphincter. That earned me another moan.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm"

Kim lay still as I circled her anus with my tongue. Once, twice, three fourth dimension, and then another wearisome swipe across it's length, making my tongue ridge, and making a subtle attempt to invade the opening.

"Sir Thomas More. Please, more."Kim begged again

I licked across it again, and made more natural language lap around the first step, and then withdrew to gently nybble on one cheek. But, this was not what Kim lusted for, so I moved back to centerfield, firmly grasped her cheeks and stabbed at her tight hole with my tongue.

"Ohhhhhhhh ! Yes !"

I gained a shallow admittance to her forbidden yap, and wormed deeper as I wiggled and manipulated my tongue in her ass. Kim began to wriggle and beseech her ass to my face trying to advertize my clapper in deeper. I pulled out to give my mouth muscular tissue a short break and put in my thumb into her wet pussy, and thumb fucked her for a few moments.

Leaving my thumb inside her I resumed by assault on Kim's pie-eyed hollow. After one hanker lick, to foretell my tongue's arrival, I again buried it in her center, and tried to fan out the miserly musculus with my spit. I met with short succeeder, but Kim's renewed moaning and her hip gyrations, told me she was felicitous with my efforts.

"nookie me, Ron ! Take me, now !"

I needed no early encouragement. I righted myself, push Kim's legs together, and then rode up so my throbbing and aching putz was pushing it's way past Kim's natural carnal defenses. With just a picayune wiggling on our component, I felt the thorn shivering sensation of my stopcock piercing her pussy. I latched on to her pelvic girdle and pushed in as far as I could go and I held it, savoring the feeling of being enveloped in liquid warmth.

Fucking Kim in this locating required minuscule crusade, my middle rolled back in my head with pleasance as I gently rocked back and forth, using the handgrip of her hips as both a guide and a symbol that I was in charge.

"Ohhhhhh"Kim moaned softly

I moved my right hand between Kim's ass buttock and began to promote on her sea star in beat with my rocking. My idea were drifting to fucking Kim's soused ass ; feeling the orifice give as I pushed, and feeling it squeeze me tight as I drove deeper.

Kim broke into my thoughts when she moaned out

"Ron, Fuck me, hard. pound off my pussy until I cum ! Please, Ron !"

I was not in a cunt pounding position, but I could be with just a little reworking. I accomplished that in micro-seconds. Kim was on her articulatio genus with her face down on the mattress. Her pussy was open and asking me, begging me, to fill it. I did in one swift plunge.

"Oh !"she started, surprised, pleasantly I hoped, at the boldness of me action.

Kim has asked that her pussycat be pounded, and I was doing my best. I was at top speed very quickly. Our hip met with increasingly violet slaps, as I tried to regain the can of her pussy. As the goose swelling appeared, and I felt myself being pulled into Kim, I hoped that her sexual climax would be swift. I lusted to lead her ass, but her kitty-cat felt so unspoilt. I was certain that I could not last, a lot longer.

A benevolent God answered my appeal as Kim went set and screamed.

"Yessssssssssss ! Oh, God !"

I instantly slowed my thrusts, trying to game myself away from the abyss, even as I was being tugged to it's edge. I felt myself start to lose it, so I stopped completely, and looked as Kim's side-turned, angelic brass came back to reality as her orgasm faded.

"Wuh-why did you hold back ?"Kim breathed out

"I didn't want to cum yet ?"I answered

"You want my stiff picayune ass, don't you ?'she asked rhetorically"G..go slow"she replied with a svelte shiver to her voice.

I'm not sure slow was going to be possible. I found the application bottle and put a minor squeeze on her starfish and worked it in with my thumb. I put a little more on my peter and slicked it with my touchstone masturbatory technique.

I touched my appendage to Kim's little hole and felt her jump in anticipation.

"Relax, love. Relax and it won't hurt so lots"

I waited half a beat and then pushed, slowly, but firmly. I could finger it resist, pushing back on my hard extremity, defying my attempts to spread it and steal the joy it would bestow. Then all at once, I popped inside.

"Ow ! Ow ! Slow, Ron ! Let me adjust !"

Kim exclaimed even as I stopped pushing to reserve her incredibly slopped ass to relax and lodge my cinch.

"Okay. Okay"she breathed out roughly

And I slowly pushed and her compressed forbidden opening began to swallow my cock and compress it so tightly. I shivered again and as I reached halfway and the undersurface of my cock was compressed.

"Oh, Kim ! God, that feels good."

I heard her only oink and pant with the pain, but I was being taken hostage by the pleasure. I bottomed out as my hips met Kim's ass, and I found myself unconsciously pushing further trying to go deeper still.

"Go, go….easy, Ron"Kim huffed out.

I began to extract my rod, savoring how Kim's little muddle milked my cock. As the headland of my cock was about to re-emerge I pushed back in with a little more force, trying to locomote slowly so as not rip Kim, but the urge to dump in to the hilt was growing with each column inch of Kim's ass that I rediscovered.

Kim made no racket and their seemed to be less resistance this time. So, when I bottomed out again, I immediately pulled back with full intent of driving a little harder. The quicker stroke fueled my libido and felt myself produce a piffling light-headed. I was brought back to earth as I realized I had bottomed out again, and was half extracted from Kim's ass.

I felt Kim shift and her right field arm reached back between her stage to finger her kitty, and try to rub away the painful stretching in her bowel. Leaving Kim's pleasure to her own hand, I thrust in more forcefully, cleaving apart Kim's ass and earning a oink from her.

"Uhhhhhhhhh"

But, she did not cry out or complain. This was the last hurdle and it was like a weight had been thrown off of me. I jabbed and thrusted into Kim's ass with a vigorous pace, feeling her ass resist less and less as it's grip slackened. The belief was intoxicating and felt myself becoming lost in the pleasure. Kim nearly ceased to exist, and only her glory trap, pulling me closer to explosion was relevant. My centering was entirely on driving my cock as deep as it could go, and finding a little more than of her bowel with each thrust.

I felt myself approach the top and I moved even faster. A cry of joy from Kim intruded into my thoughts.

"Fuck ! God, Ron ! Harder !"

Kim's beg for a more vicious assault on her ass tripped my induction, and I pulled her hips tightly to mine as I began to empty my balls deep into her intestine. blot appeared in my vision and I pushed deeper into Kim trying to get just a little deeper. I felt myself squirt, once, twice, and a terminal time ; each circle accompanied by a micro-thrust to labor it thick.

Then I felt myself take a hint. My vision cleared and I began to relax. I slackened my grip on Kim's hips and eased her panting body to the pillow. I felt my previously stone-hard stopcock turn to Jell-O and ooze out of Kim's now distend ass. The sight was a fiddling sodding. She handed me some tissue and as I cleaned her as I spoke.

"Did you cum again ? Did I hurt you"I said though my own heavy breathing.

"I did and I'll live. God, that was intense."Kim answered.

I rolled her into a spoon position and we held each early as exhaustion took us to dreamland for the night.


Kim's torso and the sex was apparently enough to tag away the bad dream I had expected. Today is the day I become a felon. I'm not looking forward to it. Today's program was simple in account and a cunt to pull off.

I would go into work as normal, and about two hours later, after the morning meeting, but before lunch Rachel was to travel along me to the morgue. She was going to be there on the pretext of settling some divorcement business enterprise with me, but her actual reason was to make Dr. Syygo. Rachel was to work the post to where she was giving him a nose candy job under his desk. I would take the air in, not notice what was going on, and have Dr. Syygo sign the two waiver paper without reading them, so as to get rid of me. I think I am going to sense almost relieved when this fails and we are caught.

The morning dragged and I was an worked up wreck. I was distracted all through the AM meeting and I had to be nudged into giving several solvent by a fellow worker. By the time 10 AM got here, I was jumpy and on edge. Then I saw Rachel make it. I started to feel a diminutive bit better when I saw how she was dressed. She had a tiny form fitting E. B. White skirt that went to mid thigh, four inch fuck-me pump, and a frock that showed as a great deal cleavage as she has ever bared in public. She looked every bit the part of a Hollywood actress. Every eye that found her would be glued. I began to have my own sentiment of bending her over my desk, before reality bitch slapped me to the present.

Rachel is supposed to half heartedly look for me. I will be hiding in the men's room, until I get a text from her telling me she is headed to my gaffer'office. Then I will position myself so I can sort of see through the shades of Dr. Syygo's blind covered doorway windowpane, and then walk in at the appropriate time.

There is so much that can wrong. The medico might be able-bodied to resist Rachel's procession ( I doubt that ). She might not be able to maneuver him into the correctly placement ( maybe, but I'd follow her to hell the way she looked ). I might be seen in the hall and questions asked that I didn't have a good reply for ( likely ) and Dr. Syygo might not just sign the papers. ( Who knows ? ).

I grabbed the tone ending forms and took up residence in the endorse stall of the lav. I was only there for about two minutes when my text arrived. It was about a 100 railway yard walk through several halls and past a few federal agency to get to Dr. Syygo's post. Along the way I was stopped twice by people telling me that Rachel was here looking for me. Raymond had a stupid grin on his face when he told me. Carol looked a lilliputian concerned as she gave me the news. If she had known what was going on she would have looked horrified.

There is a folding chair that sits outside of my boss's office, for people to use while waiting on him. It is usually against his paries, but I needed to actuate it so I could face a certain persona of the blind that did not close correctly. It would throw me a view of the Dr. Syygo's desk, and not much more. There was no practical reason to move the chair, so anyone that walked by would wonder why, and maybe conclude that I was doing what I was doing ; spying on my foreman. My stomach was in knots as I sat down.

I noticed that the subterfuge were quivering slightly so I thought maybe Rachel had just walked in. Damn ! If I had been thinking I wouldn't have been so agile to get here. Let Rachel work on him for a minute or so, and minimize the sentence I was exposed to discovery. Should I take the air away and arrive back ?

I was about to when I saw Dr. Syygo through the blinds he had a feeling of surprised pleasure, followed by annoyance, then business organization. These were not the facial grammatical construction I expected. The erstwhile, sure. But, then I expected something indifferent as Rachel began to build small talk and show off her body, before alluding to how openhanded he was, and blah, blah, blah.

I might cause been mistaken, but I could get sworn he made a quick look at me through the screen. I knew he couldn't see me, but my tum leaped at the thought. Dr. Syygo's typeface softened from concern to neutral. I was over reacting. His face stayed that way until Rachel crossed in social movement of the blinds and blocked my persuasion. When she cleared my way of life, the well doctor, my party boss, and supposed friend, was standing and embracing Rachel. They were locked in a clapper staining kiss that caused my blood pressure sensation to rise.

I had not expected to palpate jealous. But, I was. I also felt a lilliputian betrayed, even though Rachel and I are divorced. I burned a lilliputian hotter as both of his hands dropped to Rachel's ass and began to squeeze her firm ass. I heard a room access open down the hall and scare set in.
It was Bernie from the shop. God, I hoped he wasn't coming to see the boss. That was another way this could go wrong, and I hadn't even considered it. I leaned onto my pegleg with both arms and tried to look a picayune sick. It did not choose much acting.

"You OK, Ron ?"Bernie asked.

"I think I picked up a little bug"

I answered looking up, first at Bernie and then through the crack in the subterfuge. I dropped my head immediately so Bernie could not see the looking at on my face. The recreate doctor had pulled Rachel's skirt up to her waist and was now feeling her bare ass without the skirt in his way. God, Rachel's ass looked good. It is so perfectly shaped and watching another man fondle it was giving me a unvoiced on. It was like watching my own lilliputian porno.

"You waiting to see, Dr. Syygo ?"he asked

Fuck ! Think !

"Yeah, but it's going to be awhile. He has some colleague from out of town in there. I need to get these damn report signed before I can do anything else this morning."

I answered, trying to add a little wrath to my vox. It must have worked, as Bernie decided he didn't want to expect, made a quick good-bye and added something about me feeling better. But, my mind was on Rachel and wanting so desperately to count, but knowing I could not until I was alone. My typeface would betray me. I knew that for certain.

With Bernie's pace signaling his back was turned I looked up in clip to see the medico reach under Rachel's blouse to release her bra. Rachel not only accommodated this, she pulled back and lifted her blouse completely off. moment later she was shrugging out of her bra exposing her pale, pouting breast to my boss. If he had ever seen mamilla this nice in his life, I would be surprised. He immediately brought a hand up to snaffle one, like a sixteen year old seeing his outset boob.

Rachel's teat were both vertical and I could see a belittled nub sticking out. My boss noticed too and moved his fountainhead down to suck on that tit, while he mauled the early. Rachel let this go on for just a few moments, and then pushed him back. I think she said something to him, and he backed into his chair and sat down. Rachel pulled her skirt down, unzipped it and let it descend to the ground. I was wrong. Rachel's ass was not bare, she was wearing lash panties. Good girl, no underwear would ingest been too obvious.

She stepped out of her skirt and kicked it forward. She was thinking. You don't want it in persuasion when I walk in. She took two stride to the doctor and put her hands on the tush back behind him. This let both of her bosom sway right into his face, and the doctor took to them like a starving man to a meal. He alternated between mauling them and sucking them. I saw him take long, thirsty pulls on each mamilla, first hiding her taut little cherry, and then letting me see it, as he worked the early breast.

When one manus dropped to snaffle Rachel's ass, she took that as a sign to move on. She stooped, got on her articulatio genus, and I saw the MD freeze in anticipation. Rachel's arm moved back and Forth River as she was undoubtedly jerking him off, getting the Doctor even more aroused. If he was as awake as I was he was last to insane with desire. I had to focus. I had a job to do, and my region was coming up. That thought sobered me up, and I felt my hard on go to erection heaven.

The medico rose up slightly and I knew Rachel was taking his pants down. She said something to him and he nodded in agreement. Rachel moved under the desk, and Dr. Syygo slid towards her, looking rule in appearing, except for the lust glow in his eye.

When his eyes rolled back in his head, I knew Rachel was giving him his nose candy job. I was very influence to just take the air in now, but I thought I should pay Rachel a few indorsement to fully capture him. After a reckoning to ten, I gave the luminousness, quick, daily rap universally recognized as individual comrade coming in. I kept my head down, pretending to read my papers, giving the Doctor time to hide his surprise. If Rachel was smart, she would not stop her tending to his cock. The less origin in his brain the better.

When I looked up and started my fast language, the doc had mostly composed himself. He looked shocked and worried for just a snag second, and then changed to uncomfortable.

"Dr Syygo, Can you sign these two releases ? I have a couple of bodies that need to go to the crematorium"

I put them in straw man of him and hold back my middle on the written document. I had thought to institute a pen and put that right on top. He did not hesitate, but then I heard a oink from him, so I had to look up.

"Are you OK, Dr Syygo ?"I asked, knowing exactly what his ill was.

"Breakfast."He groaned out, and handed me the subscribe newspaper.

"OK, hope you feel better"I said with that dismissive tone that let him recognise I was leaving.

And I did. It was all I could do to not run. It had worked. I had the discharge. I thought for a fleeting, jealous second to perplex around and see the finish, but that would experience been a unintelligent risk of infection to take. This architectural plan had no business working, but here I was. I went outside to the parking lot and got out my phone.

"Hi, Kim. It worked ! I don't believe it. It actually worked !"

"Oh, Ron ! I knew it would ! With you involved how could it not ? Kim said excitedly.

"I'll have a special reward for you when you get home tonight"she continued in a more seductive voice.

"Kim ?"I began"Did you mean it last night, when you said you would do"anything"?

She was still for a second ; I had caught her off safety device. But, I could listen the smile in her voice when she answered.

"Of path, lover. What did you have in mind ?"she queried.

"I want you to help me rape your sister."I said matter of factly