I heard the garage threshold conclusion as Tasha and I made our way down the step. We got there about the same prison term the entry doorway to the service department opened and I saw Kim walk through the door. Her face explosion into an verbalism of joy filled surprise. Kim dropped the bags she was carrying and ran towards me.

"Ron ! You're up ! I was so concern ! Rachel and I fought the unanimous way back !"

She leapt into my arms and began to kiss me with simple machine gun speediness, wanting to convey happiness through quantity instead of timbre. Her embrace around my neck opening was squiffy and reassuring. It felt very up lifting to have got her wrapped around me and glad for my recovery.

Then a dark-haired char with sunglass spoke in a voice that has annoyed me for most of a decade.

"It's about clip you rejoined the living. We were going to put you down."Said my ex-wife.

I looked retiring Kim, whose amatory tending was blocking my aspect and I got a honest look at Rachel. She was dressing in one of my old sweatshirts that professed my lovemaking of the Denver Broncos. Completing her ensemble were a distich of baggy denim, that hung on her like a gunny sack, sunglasses that looked like they came out of dad's high school class Bible, new stoolpigeon, and the despicable brown wig I have ever scene. I could not have picked Rachel out of a law line of work up.

"You look like a bag-lady."I said"Where did you get that wig ?"

"It was Mom's"Kim chimed in cheerfully."Weren't we really careful ?"she asked trying to both head off and get the subject of Rachel going out in populace over with.

"Yeah, careful. But, it is still dumb"I said

"If anyone recognizes Rachel, We are fucked. We all end up in jail."

"I know Ron, but Rachel was going crazy. It's one thing to pass days in a family, knowing you can allow for at anytime. It's something else ; when you know you can't leave."

"Besides"Kim continued"I got something for you."

With that she released my neck and climbed down. As she moved to call back her toss out bagful, my optic dialed in and took in her hourglass pattern, and the tight jeans that accentuated her well formed ass. My antenna was starting to get a deliquium signal.

Kim scooped up the bags, put them on the counter by the stove, and began to rummage. In just a couple of irregular she was wiggling a small beige and green box, that said"Astroglide"up one side. The sign was getting a little stronger. The thought of seeing Kim's heart shaped ass offered up to me to use as I pleased, wiped my mind brighten of every other thought.

"For later !"Kim said enthusiastically.

"Just so I'm not invited to your political party"said Rachel as she was shaking out her now untied hair.

I don't know what it is about Rachel. She can never just shut up and let well enough alone. If she had said zip, and factoring in how she was dressed, my fantasies of spreading Kim's besotted niggling ass cheeks apart and slowly violating her plastered little ass, would own had me drop their little lark. Now, the thought of having sex my unwilling ex-wife crept into my mind. I took a duad of whole step to Rachel and stopped just brusque of her ‘ space ’. In an overly Henry Sweet and sarcastic voice I said.

"Why do you have to be so mean, Rachel ? Are you saying that you don't like me anymore ? After all I've done for you ?"

Rachel said nothing, but deep anxiety jumped onto her face. I'm not exactly sure why. I wasn't threatening her, much. She knew I would never haul off and hit her. It seemed like more business organization than the situation called for. She looked at her sister for help.

"Ronnie, I want you all to myself"Kim said as she strolled over to me.

Kim had been very generous over the past week ; ‘ sharing'me often with her sister.

"But, Kim, Rachel really likes it when I fuck her up the ass."I said in the Lapp vocalization."Don't you, Rachel ?"

Rachel was a bitch, but she wasn't stupid. She knew I was baiting her, getting her to say something reverse. Then I would be motivated to punish her body. I had been doing that a lot over the last hebdomad. All of that pent up sexual hostility left over from our wedding kept looking for elbow room to leak out.

Rachel and I had been married for five years. We finally split up hold out year. It was not pretty. She was a bitch when I married her. A drop cloth dead, Hollywood starlet, bitch. A sex hating bitch. But when her Russian mob connected boyfriend absconded with a satchel full phase of the moon of mob money, and left Rachel to take the blame, I had to help her ; squawk or not. The sisters, the youngest of which I just started dating, have been fucking me senseless for the last 10 days. Rachel still doesn't like sex, but she hasn't said"No'to anything. That is a far cry from when stimulation meant a one-half an hour of begging.

But, like I said Rachel isn't stupid. She was loathe to bring home the bacon, yet another reason, for me the piece of tail her in the manner I dreamed about, so she didn't say a word.

"Why don't you let Rachel get out of those clothes, get a shower, and then she will be in a better temper ? right wing, Rach ?"cooed Kim as she wrapped her weapons system around me and crushed her C-cups against my dresser.

Rachel gave her sister a scowl, sighed, and the spoke.

"Yes, I'm sure a cascade will do admiration for me."Rachel said and quickly left the room.

"I really do want you all to myself, tonight. I've been so worried."Kim said somehow getting both relief and lecherousness into her voice.

"Boooooo !"came a vocalisation from behind me that startled me for the second time in an hour.

"Hi, Tasha !"said Kim pushing back from me and looking at Tasha"What do you mean,"boo"?

"Well, um, that just sort of came out. I didn't mean anything"Tasha answered

Kim got a knowing look in her eye.

"Didn't you already get to have my boyfriend, once ?"Kim said a bit amused. I wasn't sure where she was going with this

"Uh, well, didn't you sorta say we could ?"said Tasha very nervously.

"Yes, Tasha."Kim said in self satisfied, sure-footed articulation."Ronnie has taken so many risks for Rachel and me ; I just can't deny him anything he wants"

Tasha didn't say anything, but Kim wasn't waiting for Tasha's answer. Kim looked back at me.

"Do you want Tasha ?'she asked neutrally.

‘ Oh, Fuck.'I thought. ‘ How do I answer this one ?'

imaginativeness of Tasha's prominent, firm breast appeared in my chief. The sight, not ten minutes old, of Tasha's aroused fast, cherry pap, on her creamy white globes woke Bruno up completely. The thinking of hearing Tasha screaming in orgasm as I sucked her tits, while having my hammer buried to the hilt in Kim's ass popped into my nous.

"It's OK, if you do ?'Kim said softly and she tip toe up to kiss me. Her kiss was piano, and then wet, and then hungry.

She kissed me hard and I returned her mania in kind. My bridge player drifted down to her denim covered bottom and I squeezed both ass cheeks. Kim giggled.

"I know what you want, lover. But, Tasha has been a very bad girl"

That assertion seemed odd, so I turned to depend at Tasha. She was blushing ; a very uncommon sight. Then she spoke.

"Are you sure, about this, Kim ? I don't want thing to get weird between us."Tasha said anxiously.

"I'm sure."said Kim.

She sounded for sure, but I didn't know that the hell was going on. Before I could ask, Kim pulled me in close, and began in a still voice.

"Tasha and I have talked a bit while you were out. She told me everything the two of you had done."

I started to apologize.

"Shhhhhhh. I gave you license, think back ? Anyway, You know Tasha. She is pretty strong-willed ; normally. But, it turns out that when you get her into bed she's pure masochist. She likes the infliction. Who knew ? I'm her best friend, and I had no idea until the Nox before we crashed the car. You remember when Tasha made Rachel eat her out ?"

I nodded, not wanting to interrupt this spoken communication. But my psyche also wandered back to when I had fucked Tasha. She did like it rough with her titty and she had no job when I took her ass cherry. I was as conciliate as I could be, but I was so horny I knew that it had to hurt.

"She begged me to be rough with her boobs. I bit them, slapped them, and squeezed the hell out of them. It only drove her to beg for Thomas More, call up ?"

I was busy pounding Rachel at the clip, so I missed a lot of what Kim was telling me, but I do call up lots of noises coming from their part of the room.

"So, I asked Tasha if she wanted you to get jolting with her. She said she had dreamed about it for class. She also blushed like she is now."

Kim giggled as I turned to look at Tasha.

If anything she was redder than ever. My paw were still officious holding Kim's butt, and I liked the smell. So I gave one'Come Here'motion-picture show of my fountainhead towards Tasha.

Tasha took an uneasy step forward. It was followed by a more confident arcsecond, then a normal third. She was within my grasp in another step. My peter was harder than Taiwanese Scrabble. Bruno ordered me to grab Tasha by the hair and pull her in for a deep candy kiss. I did, which earned me the sight of seeing Tasha's eyes go wide in shock and then having her melting into my mouth as I kissed her.

I still had my persist script on Kim's sweet ass, and I squeezed it like a nerfball, pulling her in tightly. As I continued to buss Tasha, my hand moved up to hold Kim for a bra. It was there of course. Kim did not go out in public without one. I completely released both womanhood, and stepped behind Tasha so I faced Kim.

"Kim, could I see those nice tits of yours ?"I asked in a strong voice.

She was happy to comply. Kim took two tone back to move over her audience a nice appearance. As she did, my handwriting went up and underneath Tasha's loose blouse. Tasha had taken her bra off for me while we were upstairs. Now my hired hand touched the fond flesh of her stomach, I wondered if I she had put it back on. I was delight when I encountered the bare material body of her firm globes.

Both of my hands engulfed Tasha's D-cup white meat and I squeezed them in the way in which she hoped ; hard. I could picture her creamy flesh trying to come out between my digit as they dug channels into her tits.

"Ohhhhhhhhh"Tasha moaned out, as she got feeble in the legs and dropped an inch or so.

I was okay with that as I ground my still shrouded rooster in between her ass impertinence and pulled her in tight.

I had my eyes fixed on Kim, who pulled her shirt out of the waistband of her jeans and then pulled it over her question in a unwieldy motion, which was not in the spirit of this striptease.

I chuckled as I kneaded Tasha's tit and continued to knead my erecting in the scissure of her jean clothed ass. I released one breast to play with one of Tasha's nipples. It was already a rubbery naut mi, so I flicked it with the sharpness of my thumb.

"Thomas More, Ron"Tasha breathed out.

"You need to a lesser extent clothes"I stated

Tasha squirmed forward breaking my grasp and began to take her blouse off.

Kim had already released her bra and I watched as she let it fall to floor like a stripper from scattergun Willie's. She followed it with her eyes and looked up at me as it hit the ground. She gave her shoulders a little shake causing her firm, pouty breasts to shake, and my cock to beg to come out.

"support going, Romani Rose. Show me what you got."I called out.

Tasha's blouse was off and she pushed back in to me, hoping I would foot up where I left off. I grabbed her left nipple with my right hand and pulled her around to confront me.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh"she said beginning in pain and ending it in a moan of pleasure.
I kissed her deeply for just a second as I twisted the nipple in my hand.

"Ummmmmmmm"Tasha moaned into my mouth. I pulled away.

"gasp off"I commanded

Kim was hip shrugging out of her own dungaree, her flatbed already discarded. Kim, unlike her sister, keeps herself tanned. The chocolate-brown skin made the embodiment of her stage even more erotic as her lower tree branch made a everlasting appearing. She stepped out of her jeans, kicked them well off to the face of the room and looked at me grinning.

Tasha was moving as fast as she could, but she was having to fight down her tennis shoes. She didn't want to waste the metre to loosen them, but they were not loose enough to just dislocate off like Kim's had been.

As Tasha was hopping around, almost free of her knickers, I reached in with both bridge player, pinched Tasha's pap and gave them a sluggish quarter gimmick. Her eyes went all-embracing in pain.

"Hurry, Tasha, hurry !'I said amused.

I released one areola, so I could gesture Kim to twist around. Her little ass was much more fun to face at as it was being revealed than her pubic pitcher's mound. She grimed impishly and turned.

Kim was wearing a pair of black thong panties. That thought stirred a memory, but I quickly dismissed it, as she began a behind and exaggerated strip of her net garment. Each inch of travel of her panties was accompanied by a shift from one hip to the former. Kim bow forward at the waist, pooching her ass out at me. She might have been going for humour, but the lack of speeding and the question of if her pussy would be seeable in this spatial relation was making me crazy.

I felt Tasha flexure as she won the battle with her blue jean. I released her boob, so she could finish disrobing. Now Tasha was pure hurriedness, pure lecherousness, fueled by epinephrin. She wanted succour and so did I.

She came back up, expecting, hoping for a deep kiss and more harassment of her bosom. So she was surprised when I, facing her, whipped my left hand over her head, pulled her across my soundbox and let her have three fast, sharp slaps on her bare ass.

Slap ! Slap ! slap !

"Owwwww !"she yelled more storm, than hurt.

"Have you been a bad little girl ?"I taunted as I delivered three more blows

Slap ! Slap ! smacking !

"Yes !"she said excitedly"I've been very bad !"

smacking ! Slap ! Slap ! smack !

"Ow ! That hurts !"Tasha called out, and struggled to loose herself.

Her tugs and struggles were not enthusiastic. I had a nice few of her tweed bottomland. The red hand prints on it stood out and seemed to beg to be evened out. I delivered my next blows more forcefully.

smack ! ! smacking ! ! slap ! !

"Ronnnn ! Ow ! That hurts !"

"This is what bad daughter get !"I said as I added more color to her bottom

Slap ! smack !

"I'll be a good lady friend !"she yelled

Slap !

"OW !"

"How are you going to be a good girl !"

smacking ! slap ! smacking !

"OWWWW ! Anything ! I'm your piddling slave young woman !'

Slap ! Rang out my best exploit of the afternoon

"OWWWWW ! Ron ! Please !"

"Give me a blow job and make it good or I'm finding a spatula !"

I let her go, grabbed a fistful of her red mane and pulled her into another thick candy kiss. Tasha again melted into me as my liberal script sought out her twat. I wanted to see if she was really aroused by all of this. She parted her legs eagerly and I had no trouble slipping my middle finger between the sheep pen of her cunt. Wet, she was. I masturbated her for a few strokes, earning a moan of delight. Then I withdrew my hand, reached around behind her and delivered a last, smart slap across her deep red behind, and then pulled her down to her knees.

Tasha quickly began to loosen my pants. I looked up and saw that Kim had finished her striptease and had turned to watch the show on this side of the way. She looked concerned and aroused. Her own pap had scrunched up and her right hand hovered around her pubic hair, fighting the urge to touch herself.

I motioned her over and she practically skipped over and our lips met in a wet and enthusiastic kiss. At nearly the like time Tasha freed my turncock and took it cryptical into her mouth. Her warm, wet knife spread itself underneath my athirst fellow member as she closed her backtalk around me.

A shake ran up my spine, as I grabbed a handful of Kim's firm ass, I broke my kiss with her to let out a groan of pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhh, man !"

I had closed my centre but opened them to gauge Kim's reaction to being pleasured by another woman. She grinned and had an impish flicker in her eye.

"Is Tasha a sound piffling cock-sucker ?"

She is. I could not verbalise as Tasha worked inaugural slowly, the quickly ; her red hair dancing in rhythm to her oral dock. I pulled Kim in to me and kissed her hard, kneading her ass, while my head swam in X and the thought of joy to make out.

Tasha's mouth was amazing, bringing me close to culminate and then stopping. She had not taken me all the way and I knew she was able. It was frustrating as she would take about ¾ of my phallus and then pull back. Slowly down, and slowly back. Quickly down and then quickly back. Each meter stopping at the same point. It was maddening.

My former bridge player was on the back of Tasha's question and I could not take it anymore. When she paused at her common point, I pulled back from Kim and groaned out.

"All of it, Tasha. Take it all"

And with a smattering of red roll as insurance I pushed myself all the way down her throat.

I thought I would cum as I felt her throat tighten around my head. I looked down, and saw that Tasha was looking at me expectantly. For what I was not sure, but this felt too fucking just. I did not want to pull out. But, this was not the opening I wanted to cum in. I ground my pelvic girdle into her face, as I pulled her headway into my genitals. Then I withdrew quickly, afraid my will power would leave me.

"Bed ! hurry !"were the simply two words I could get out.

Tasha was up and moving towards the stairs as soon as the words were in the air. Kim moved as well, but I held her binding. I still could not believe Kim was OK with all of this. I was grateful and I needed to find out what she wanted right now. I thought I knew what Tasha wanted and I sure as hell knew what I wanted.

"Kim, are you sure you are OK with me and Tasha ?"I asked quickly.

"I'm sure"She said quickly and without any jealousy in her voice.

"What do you want me to do for you ?"I got out, not knowing how else to phrase it.

"Make me cum with this."She said latching onto my throbbing and necessitous cock.

I jumped in surprise, pulled her in for a immediate, but deep candy kiss. I gave her a playful slap on her tan-lined ass, and we followed Tasha up the stairs.

Tasha walked into my room, over to the bed, turned around and stood in front line of it. I boldly walked up to her, and twisted one pap, causing her center to widen in painfulness, and her mouthpiece to open up. I folded myself into her and frenched her, while relaxing the torque on her short gumdrop. She eagerly accepted my offer and kissed my like the world would be ending at any moment. I was teasing now, and broke all tangency, and pushed her onto the bed.

"Lay back"I commanded and then I turned to Kim

She had brought her Astroglide package. Always mentation, she was. I was thinking, too. I was thinking ‘ How am I ever going to fuck Kim and save myself for Tasha's tight ass.'

Spanking Tasha had Giordano Bruno begging to complete that job. I was already so close just thinking
about what I wanted to do with that Astroglide.

"Let's double team those tits."I said to Kim. I was hoping to ramp my bi-sexual lover up towards an orgasm and then quickly finish the job.

The corners of her mouth turned up in an eager smile. Tasha was eager too. She repositioned herself on the bed so she was now lying foresighted manner in my king bed. There was sizable way on either side of meat of this hot redhead, so I made my way around. I watched as Kim took the poor road, leaned in, and gently bit the slope of Tasha's left bosom. Kim released her bite, and then grabbed Tasha tit with both manus and squeezed like she expected to get a stream of Milk.

Tasha center went wide in combining of painfulness and surprise. She was looking at Kim, as I began my own assault. I had enjoyed sucking on Tasha's tight, rubbery nipples a few days ago, and I so wanted to finger her set up ring of color on my tongue. I gave her no foreplay, but took her teat into my mouth and attempted to find milk, my own way.

"Ohhhhhhhh. Fuck, guy cable !"Tasha groaned out with the pleasure of having her breasts manipulated by two dissimilar masses.

Kim apparently liked what she saw across Tasha's chest of drawers and she began slurping on Tasha's other, just as erect, nipple.

"Oh, God. M..more of that !"Tasha said as she reveled in the virtuous experience of having both breasts sucked on at once.

Kim and I obeyed Tasha's request, as we sucked, licked, and mauled her breasts.

"Oh, God ! Fuck ! proceed do…doing that !'she begged.

Tasha was not still as has breasts were being savaged. She squirmed and bucked. Her script were everywhere ; in my hair, in Kim's haircloth, above her brain, on our backrest, wanting to reach out her aching twat, but blocked by our two bodies.

We were driving her insane with delight and she desperately wanted the extra stimulant to labour over the sharpness and into an intense orgasm. Kim and I came to this realization at the Saame fourth dimension, as each of us crept a hand towards her fire bush.

"Yes ! Please ! Please rub me !"Tasha nearly screamed.

Kim got to the nimbus yap first and began to masturbate Tasha, focusing on her clit. I worked my riff inside her and began to stroke it in and out in a slow rhythm. The response was instant as Tasha began to go against difficult and thrust her hips.

"Fuuuu….fuuuuuu…fuuuuuuck ! Oh, God ! Please don't stay !"

But stop over, I did. I pulled my hand out and took Kim's away from Tasha's snatch. I looked over at her and said

"I'm going high. You go low"

She knew instantly what I meant and climbed onto the bed, and got between Tasha's leg. Kim has probably eaten more cunt that I have. Make that definitely.

Tasha orgasmometer had dropped a few notches from red line, but I thought we could make her explode in suddenly gild. But, I about came out of my tegument when I heard a wonky voice behind me.

"C..can I play, too ?"

It was Rachel ! Over the yesteryear hebdomad Rachel had come to the realization that she was potential gay. That explained plenty about our wedlock, and probably why she could not help making an appearance in this room.

I motioned the vest Rachel over and she dropped the Dame Ellen Terry cloth with the first step, revealing her unbelievable naked consistence. She was over on the early side of Tasha in a few steps.

"Tasha likes it scratchy on her tits."I said as way of getting her started.

Rachel kneeled down and began sucking on Tasha's boob, gently and tentatively.

Tasha jumped unexpectedly and I looked down to Kim.

Kim was mess up deep in her best booster's puss and obviously getting Tasha's attention.

"Oh, God, Kim ! Harder !"

I went back to enjoying Tasha's dumbbell. I sucked it, first hard, then like a baby would give suck. I used both work force, sometimes squeezing and other clock time to twist and tweak her well trivial gumdrop.

"Oh, God ! Oh, God ! Oh, God !"came Tasha's rapid ardour annunciation as her sexual tautness, fuel by the lip of three different people, built towards an explosion.

Bruno was yelling at me to let him get in on the action too. I thought he had a full stop, which was making me uncomfortable. In a bye-bye gesture, I twisted Tasha's tit hard with one paw, as I used the early manus for financial backing so I could kiss her. She eagerly met my back talk and I looked into her open eye for just an instance. She had crazy eyes. She looked like she possessed. She was too, and the daemon would be bursting out shortly.

I quickly moved to the metrical unit of my bed, where Kim had her ass up in the air. I quickly saw that she was trying to get herself to heaven with her hand, as her tongue was spearing Tasha's cunt.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk ! Tasha screamed as her damn salvo. I smiled thinking that she had more coming.

My action had not gone unnoticed by Kim, who moved to proffer me my choice of porta. I so wanted to fuck her ass, but I wanted to make her cum. Her footling starfish glistened as her own vaginal juices had moistened them. I could see her pussy was swollen with stimulation and anticipation. She lifted up out of Tasha's snatch long enough to beg.

"Please, Ron ! roll in the hay me ; hard !"

I could not refuse her, so I positioned myself behind her, drew my very hungry cock between her puss lips for some lubricant and buried myself, balls deep, in her tight pussy. iciness shot up my spine and I was sealed I would never last, even long enough to get her off.

"Yes ! Oh, I've been waiting days for that !"Kim said using her backtalk for a design Tasha did not like.

"Eat her kitty-cat, Kim. Make Tasha screech"I ordered

I could not see if Tasha appreciated the gesture as Rachel was currently kissing Tasha. I saw Tasha push Rachel's head down and I recalled using that Lapplander motion to try to get Rachel to give me head. Tasha was getting better results. I saw Rachel bite the nub of one nipple as she manhandled Tasha's other breast.

"Oh, God ! Yes ! Harder !"said Tasha

Kim was thrusting back at me, reminding me that she wanted it harder, too. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to feel my dick buried in Tasha's ass, but Kim deserved to get off and she wanted her pussy pounded.

I latched onto her pelvic arch and got in a fiddling closer. The sound of my hips slapping against Kim's ass was like pouring gasoline on a fire and I felt my rut salary increase. Each of my jab was driving Kim's face into her outflank Quaker's puss, adding a little extra something to Tasha's poverty-stricken cunt. That was enough to push Tasha over the edge again.

"Yessssssssssss ! Oh God ! I'm cumming !"she screamed.

"Harder, Ron !"Kim grunted out, content to cheer me own now that Tasha was two up on her.

I pumped harder, but not faster. Each thrust I envisioned driving my tool through Kim. I looked forward and saw Rachel and Tasha kissing, with Rachel softly rubbing Tasha's nipples. I knew Rachel wanted some payback and was dumbfounded, why my bitchy ex was not ordering Tasha to go bollocks driving on her. But, there was not enough origin left in my head to piece that out.

"T..tasha ?"I gasped out, more out of breath than I figured I should be."I'd beloved to see you eating Rachel's pussy."I also wanted her ass in the air.

Tasha looked at Rachel, who eagerly nodded. They began to arrange themselves.

"Oh, God ! Almost ! Almost there !"said Kim who was now rubbing her cunt to stimulate the areas this postion would not earmark.

I could not believe I was not filling her tight snatch with my ejaculate. I looked over just in sentence to see Tasha stick her ass into the air as she put her face in my ex-wife's crotch.

‘ Oh, God'I thought"I going to blow."

That thought brought a familiar feeling in my pubic region. It would only be irregular before I blew my load.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! Kim screamed underneath me and I could feel her pussy tighten around my organ. I bit my tongue, hopping the pain would hold back my climax, and I then I thrust once more, thick and hard, and held it.

"Ah ! Ah ! Ah !"Kim gasped out and I felt her pussy Milk River my very needy organ.

Then at once she pulled herself forward and collapsed, pulling me out of her. The touch sensation of stale and disappointment was a shock.

"I didn't cum"I gasped out hold my erection, which was now jumping in my hand. I had been so close.

Kim rolled over and got the Astroglide. She handed it to me and I looked longingly at Tasha'upturned ass.

Kim looked at me, shook her pass and rolled her eyes.

"Go for it"she said dismissively

I leaned in, kissed her quickly, and then began to move behind Tasha.

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh !"I heard Rachel moan. She was getting very close.

My heart were rivoted on Tasha's backside. With her face in between Rachel's peg and up on her human knee, she looked so vulnerable and so get it on hot. Tasha's few special pounds accumulate in her shapely ass, which only made this stead look even sexy. I could not help myself as I brought my arm back and delivered a cheap smack to her ass.

"Oww !"she answered.

“"Don't stop consonant !"I heard Rachel admonish. Tasha resumed eating out my lovely ex-wife.

I gave her another slap, which earned me a short jump, and little else. I reached in between Tasha's legs and rubbed her cunt. It was hot, swollen with stimulation, and very wet. As I brought my bridge player out, I rolled it onto her ass cheek, as my other hand found its sister. I kneaded her unit of ammunition ass, feeling the firm flesh takings to my will.

Her brown eye was already prominently displayed. It was begging my rock hard fellow member to pierce it, to force its way deep inside. I was so retiring ready for this.

"Ahhhhhh ! Yeah ! Ohhh, God !"Rachel called out as Tasha's lingua pushed her over the bound.

"Beg me to ask your ass, Tasha."I said as I put my thumb on her brown eye and pushed.

She jumped again, and began to beg

"G..go easy, Ron. Don't hurt me."

smacking ! !

I slapped her strong across her upturned, already red, bottom

"I said ‘ BEG'”

"No, Ron ! Please, it's still sore."

I didn't believe her. I moved to the side preparing to deliver another, harder, swat, when a flat hairbrush materialized in battlefront of me.

Kim stood to the English, still naked, and smirking in a most unladylike manner.

I put one arm underneath Tasha's waist to hold up her up, and the other, armed with the hair brush began to convert Tasha of the true definition of ‘ sore ’.

Whap ! Whap ! Whap ! Whap !

I reigned down four quick, firm swats, two per cheek. Tasha shrieking hurting after the first and squirmed to get away.

"OWWWW !"period ! That hurts !

"Beg me ! Beg me to fuck your ass !"I answered as I held her tightly

She hesitated long enough for another coke to acres, reinforcing that I was not planning to let her think over it over.

"OWW ! OK ! OK ! Please, fuck my ass !"

"Whap ! Whap !

"You don't sound convincing !"I answered, enjoying the deeply deep red her plentiful bottom was turning.

"NO ! OW ! Please, Ron ! Please fuck my ass ! I really want you in my ass !"

"Whap ! Whap ! came my non-verbal result. She liked the pain, so decided to establish her just a little more

"Do you want it unvoiced and deep or slowly and slow ?"

"Sl….OW ! Please.."

That hold up was 'ow 'as in OWW and not 'ow'as in slow.

Whap ! Whap ! Whap !

NO ! please Ron ! That hurts ! OW !

"Did you say you wanted it laborious and thick ?"I asked calmly

"YES ! fucking my ass hard ! Do it noOOOOOOW ! Please !

I stopped and tossed the brushing aside. I put my mitt on her angry red tail end. It was very warm and likely bruised.

I kneaded both cheeks and she jumped in painfulness

"grip still, or I start again."

Kim, my little conspirator, handed me a butt syringe loaded with lubricating substance. I smiled a thank you and could not help but discover that St. Bruno was rock hard and begging to be turned loose.

I reached under Tasha as I repositioned behind her. I kneaded one breast, found the very pissed nipple, and gave it a little winding. Expecting a cry of pain, I was mildly surprised when she moaned.

"Uhhhhhhhhh"

That one little auditory sensation loosened the control I was exerting over Bruno. He demanded that I get started violating that tight little hole. I was in full concord. .

I inserted the syringe and filled Tasha's bowel with the glossy gel.

"Ahhhhhhh !"Tasha inhaled a breath"That's frigidity"

I slapped her on the position of her ass, in a smudge that was not yet red.

"serenity ! And don't trouble. It will get hotter in a minute."

With that I pulled out the injector and touched my eagre member to her tabu curtain raising and pushed. Tasha jumped again, and tensed. I smacked her on the early side of meat of her shapely, soon to be violated ass.

"Relax ! Or this is really going to hurt"I commanded.

I saw her shoulders and back relax and I pushed a little harder, fighting the tight muscle protecting her eubstance from my assault. My hammer was bending as the struggle for supremacy waged for another Split second and then suddenly I broke though her outer mob and the head disappeared into her so very tight ass.

"Ow !"came a somewhat curb yelp of annoyance"Slow. Please."she bit off each word.

Bruno was screaming the diametrical set of directions in a testosterone fueled, mute, scream.

"Slam that ass ! Now ! Bury me inside !"his voice screamed in my question

Leo IX won. I latched onto her pelvis with both hands and pushed my cock trench inside Tasha's ass.

"OWWWWWWW !"came the howler I was expecting."Noooooo ! That hurts !"

The riot and her words were drowned out by the waves of pleasure shooting up my spine and into the joy centers of my brain. Tasha's ass was so incredibly tight. The pressure screamed a challenge. It begged me to see if I could pump deeper. I barely noticed that Tasha was not struggling to get away.

I slowly pulled back feeling how her bowel gloved around my tool and milked it. I savored this feeling for what seemed like a month.

"Go retard ! Please Ron ! Let me get used to it"she gasped out.

The clinch I gave her hips betrayed what was to number and she cried out again, as I pushed, but she stayed in place.

"Owww ! Please, Ron ! You're so big !"

My initial luxuria was beat back a nick, I pulled back, and then pushed in more slowly this sentence, but it was far from slow.

"Oww !"came a more cautious groan of pain, as my cock cleaved a itinerary back through her ass.

In less than a arcsecond my balls slapped against her ginger-haired kitty-cat. At rump, I immediately pulled back. Her slight ass was stretched as far as I could tolerate. I needed relief. I needed to feel myself dominate her tender form. I could wait no longer.

I was not even conscious of picking up speed and my senses began to dull. I could only feel the intense pleasure that was coming from my pubes.

snip of Tasha's voice drifted in.

"Ow !"

"Easy, Ron !"

"Oh, God ! Oh, God !"

Our bodies were meeting with a violent, but near noiseless

Thunk ! Thunk ! Thunk !

Tasha shifted and it registered that she was rubbing her twat, trying to both rub away pain and exaggerate the pleasure.

I glanced to my left and into the changing mirror on the wardrobe door. I saw Tasha's grueling breast teddy and sway, as the energizing DOE pulsed through them. Her teat were tight little knots and they glistened with elbow grease.

I reached underneath and latched onto a breast. The look of its weight sent another tactile esthesis into my overloaded Einstein and I felt that familiar pressing rise in my groin. I was close.

"Oh, Ron ! Oh, God ! D.d..don't stop."

There was no way I was stopping. Only a bullet could barricade me now. I released her bosom, and grabbed her hip again. I needed all the leverage I could get to pull out her pleasant-tasting body into me as I slammed deeper into her body.

I dug my digit into Tasha coxa and pulled hard one final time. I felt the sluicegate opened and my first jet erupt into her body. Without any conscious thought my body spasmed into her and my arms pulled back hard, seeking just another micro-inch more of her ass. My sexual zip seemed to erupt and hang out of my cock and burn up a route through us both. I was sure I would hear Tasha belly laugh in agony as my source burned like dose inside her.

"Fuuuucck !"Tasha did screech ; but that it was of pleasure barely made an impression.

Twice. Three clip I spewed inside her. I saw nothing. Maybe my centre were closed. I could smell only with my penis, and all I could feel was flaming that I was hosing into my red-headed lover.

Then sanity returned and my mother wit began to work again. I began to detect Kim and Rachel. Rachel still laying on the bed with her legs splayed. Kim was now sitting on the bed in straw man of me, masturbating to the appearance. My hands were starting to strangle and I slackened my handle on Tasha's hips. Then I released a breathing spell and gulped in another, as I felt a wave of exhaustion supersede my elation.

Tasha was going gimp underneath me, trying to dip into the bed. I allowed it and I oozed out of her ass. Her reamed cakehole stayed unresolved for a sec and then slowly contracted into the closed position. A little amount of money of my cum was unmistakable, the rest still waiting to be expelled. Tasha was breathing hard and covered in sweat.

"Tasha, are you OK ?"I asked with the concern evident in my voice.

Jesus, what just happened ? Why was my sex so angry lately ? At no breaker point after I saw her ass up in the air could she take in stopped me from fucking it. Guilt walked boldly passed my sub-conscience gatekeeper and cunt slapped my conscience once.

"I…I..don't know. Am I ?"she asked no one in particular.

Kim decided to see. Based on how come alive she seemed to be, I think she liked seeing her secure champion get ass-fucked into compliance. Kim, cautiously spreading Tasha's bunt nerve and leaned in for a good look.

"How does it palpate ?"Kim asked.

"It burns."She answered with a gasping exhale.

"I don't see any parentage. I think you're okey"

I didn't say anything, but I was feeling more guilty with each second.

"well, that was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."Tasha said, still collapsed on the bed, and obviously drained.

She reached back and gently probed her little rosebud and jumped.

"Yep. It hurts. Kim, help me up."

She rolled over and in second the two naked women were making there way into the bathroom.

I was lost in my own cerebration when Rachel spoke.

"That was kinda hot. I'm glad it was Tasha taking that pounding, but I made myself cum watching"

I don't know why, but that pissed me off a petty.

"Next metre Tasha can diddle herself while I fuck YOU up the ass."I said

Rachel was unsounded for a second and then said she needed a shower. I heard the water come on in the john behind be, and immediately began to reverence for the going of hot water. I needed a exhibitioner, too.

"Let's go downstairs and we can take one together."I said with no thoughts of sex.

Rachel and I had taken about two shower together in our lives. The result was not as I had hoped. At the time I thought she was just straight-laced and unadventurous. Now, we were both moderately sure she was gay. Either way, she was not interested in a exhibitor with me. She likely feared for her own opening.

"I'll contain one later."She said quickly.

"I wasn't asking."I said, just because I wanted her to know I was still in charge.

She said nothing, as she got up and headed out the door.

There was no sex, I was a tad sore and even though I gotten hard in the shower, I was satiated and Saint Bruno was glad. That does think I didn't fondle her tits and ass, or craunch my erection into her, out of malice. Rachel didn't aim to any of it, but she did strain up when my erect cock got fold to her own starfish. But, with both shower bath going, the hot water was not going to live, so both of us cleaned up quickly and my cockplay was limited.

I dried and dressed quickly. Kim and Tasha came down 15 minute of arc later. The confident Tasha had returned, and Submissive Tasha was beat back to the niche of her mind.

"My stooge distress, Ron."she said neutrally"What are you going to do about it ?"

The second sentence came out in a tantalization, so I answered sarcastically.

"I could snog it and make it better, or I could give you another good fucking."

"I think that peculiar scuttle is going to be off limits for awhile."she said as a matter of fact look intruded into her voice. When she saw my face, which I knew was showing a little guilty conscience and worry she added, brightening her voice.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. You'll just have to find another woman to release your anger on."

Anger ? I thought about that for a immobile second. Tasha had noticed, too.

"How about doing Rachel's butt instead ? Tasha offered brightly, which earned chortle for both Kim and I.

"What about my rear end ?"said Rachel as she descended the stairs. Kim chimed in, quickly.

"We were thinking that Ron could know your jittery ass, and reach me and Tasha a break."

Rachel did not rise to the bait. Maybe she was learning. Instead she quickly changed the issue.

"You know, we need to get the funeral planning finished."

That struck me dumb.

"What ? !"

"I was killed in a car chance event, Ron. Kim has already contacted Horan and McConaty"

I looked at Kim, who just nodded. It did piddle sense, of course. It would be odd if we didn't have some sort of memorial.

"She's being cremated."Kim said, a footprint ahead of me.

I don't know why any of this failed to occur to me. The cremation makes a lot of sense. hell, the body was probably mostly cremated already.

"So, when is it ? I finally got out.

"On Friday"Rachel answered. Kim got word that they will let go the soundbox tomorrow.

That seemed a little fast if the circumstances of the death were suspicious.

"Don't worry, Ron. I've got most of the details handled. We'll have the remembrance at their chapel and they helped me write an necrology and everything."

I turned to Rachel.

"And exactly where do you plan to be while this is going on ?"

"In the back of the chapel."she said sheepishly and softly.

My centre went wide with daze and I yelled.

"WHAT ! Are your fucking weirdo ? !"

She didn't back down.

"Do you think I am going to miss seeing who shows up, or to get a fortune to find out what people really think about me ? To get wind all of the nice thing the great unwashed will say ?"

She said this in a clear strong voice, but I could separate she knew she was walking on eggshells.

"pit, no ! No fucking way ! It's not going to happen !'I said with as practically judgment of conviction as I could come up."We have come too far to have this screwed up by doing something this dumb."

Both babe were silent. I turned to Tasha who hadn't said a discussion this unhurt time.

"What do you think ?"

"I think I'm out of here. My parents are wondering if I have run away from home. I've been here since damn early yesterday, and it's now.."she said pulling her telephone out of her jeans, …"God, 4:30. I've got a million matter to do back home."

She walked over and kissed me on the lips. She had a spark in her eye right before she closed them, leaning in. I guess her rear end wasn't sore enough to have her mad at me. She hugged Kim and even hugged a storm Rachel. Then she was gone. I had a sinking feeling I would never see her again.

"I'm making steaks for dinner party !"Kim said brightly.

My venter suddenly reminded me that with my lust quenched, thirst and thirst were now my most pressing biological needs. I hadn't eaten in two day. I was famished.

I helped Kim with dinner and the three of us ate in near secrecy. Kim was bubbly and kept trying to start conversation. But neither Rachel nor I were in a bigmouthed mood. I was lost in thinking, wondering about the next few days. I was going back to work tomorrow. I could have taken more off, but I really wanted to know what was going on at the morgue.

I wondered if Dr Syygo would try to suspend me out, because I was close to the"dupe"It was technically a battle of interest, and if this was being treated as a homicide like Detective Reynolds was suggesting, I shouldn't be anywhere near the case. But, it was killing me not knowing what the MD was putting in his report.

I wasn't certainly what Rachel's job was. Maybe she didn't want to risk pissing me off. Maybe she was contemplating the rest of her new life. Maybe she was wondering about her new found sexuality. Maybe she was wondering if she should get a dog. I gave up trying to figure out Rachel years ago.

We tried to see TV, but nil seemed to have our attention. Rachel gave up around 9 PM and went to bed. Kim and I followed at 10:05, when the nightly newsworthiness led off with yet another speech by our president. Nothing new there.

Wed morning dawned and I was up at 6 AM after a interrupted sleep. Kim had given up trying to cuddle with me, as I tossed and turned. I'm not certain if she was mad or not ; she just turned her back to me and went to slumber. Yet one to a greater extent affair to count on my thinker.

I was dreading this first day back to work. I did not want to be the center of everyone's attention and understanding. But, I had missed two days work, so everyone had to take over that this hit me hard. Really the exclusively thing that had hit me unvoiced was the car's threshold jam. Thank God the aftereffects of that were gone.

Savannah and the rest of the post personnel were very maternally towards me, with lots of clinch and"How are you doings ”. I played the part and said"Fine"a lot. Through all of their words, and what was left unsaid, they made two things very net.

The initiative was that there had been no question that the dead body was Rachel. If I knew one affair from my years at the morgue, if there was any juicy gossip about one of the residents of the morgue ice chest, it would be common knowledge well before the police force knew it. No one even hinted there had been any enquiry when identifying the body.

The sec, and this was spoken by more than one of the young woman, and always with an ominous tone.

‘ Don't see the organic structure. Remember her how she was'

This annoyed me, because first it was presumptuous, and second because it seemed to confirm that I had used too practically gasoline. I had. The detective had made it clear he was suspicious. Having the ladies I work with, who very likely had not seen the body, discourage me about the condition only made me feel worried and mad at myself. Still, we were half way home with this deception. Rachel was officially dead. Now we just had to dodge murder charge.

I punched in, and read a close down bank note that Dr. Syygo had theme clipped to my fourth dimension menu. The contents of that disturbed me and filled me with a sense of dread. I finally made it to my little office area and started on the pile of paperwork. There was no autopsy scheduled until the good afternoon. My warmness was definitely not in this. I moved some newspaper, filed others, and set a pair off aside so I could fill in a few blanks. But, I really wasn't accomplishing a good deal. I kept thinking about the note. What did it have in mind ?

The break of the day dragged, but I did manage to realize a dent in the paperwork. I left the office for lunch so I could send for Kim. I had made it clear to the sisters that all communicating had to be verbal now. No school text messages asking about how things were going. No electronic mail. Those left records. So did a call on the cell phone. But at as long as they weren't excessive, it would not seem unusual. Kim and I were together after all. Kim's champion could guarantee for that.

I reported what I had found out and told her I had not seen Dr. Syygo get. It could birth been my vision, but she seemed to be trying to cut the conversation short. I figured she would be despairing to get a line how things were going. All of her position of the conversation was short and she didn't ask any question. Even when I mentioned Dr. Syygo's short letter, she just told me not to worry. If I didn't know serious, I would have thought she had a boyfriend over. I was just being paranoid. She probably had to go to the bathroom.

I got back from lunch and immediately began prepping for the autopsy. I assisted Dr. Syygo on these, getting his instruments ready and prepping the body. My idea was once again unfocussed. It kept drifting to the lockers behind me. One of them, and I had already found out which one, contained what was left of Rachel's pretender. I really wanted to take a look.

But, it would be a bad idea. The only communicating I had gotten from Dr. Syygo today was the tone he had left for me. It said ;


Ron

I know you will need to view Rachel's remains. Do not unfold her cabinet. You are restricted from that locker until you and I can talk. I will be in at 1:30

Syygo


I had been churning that over in my mind all morning. I didn't know what he was trying to carry out with the note, but it did boil down to just two thing. Either there was something untrusting or he was concerned for me. Dr. Syygo is a right boss, but he is distant. He's not the chatty case who gets into personal lives. But, he did notice Rachel when we were married, and I know her physical ravisher inspired a arcdegree of luxuria and emotion in him.

As predictable as the sunrise, Dr Syygo walked into the autopsy room at 1:30. But, it was obvious his attention would be focused on me and not the John Doe the police had brought in.

"How are you holding up, Ron ?"he asked with genuine concern.

"I'm fine. I can do my job."

"That's not what I meant."That came with just a hint of rebuke

"It was a shock to hear about Rachel, but I'm OK"

"Good. Did you look at her body ?"

"No sir. I got your subject matter"which came out a little more clipped than I had intended.

"aspect, Ron."Began the doc.

At those two wrangle, Adrenalin surged into my system as the flight of stairs or Fight reflex kicked it. I could find that sinking feeling in my stomach. He was about to say me that he suspected Rachel was murdered. Did he mistrust me ? Had he told the police ?

"I knew Rachel, too. She was an exceptionally moderately girlfriend. Because of those two gene, she autopsy was one of the knotty I have ever had to do. If you insist upon it, you can see her. But, I implore you. Don't. The fire did great impairment. You don't want to think of her that way. I know I don't. I didn't have a choice, you do."

I let out the breath I was holding. I was so relieved.

"It's your call. But, I strongly advise that you just let it go. I'll have Julius admit her to the crematorium. You won't have to handle her at all."

"The cremation chamber ?"I said not having to feign stupor. How did the doctor know we were cremating the clay ?

"I thought you knew. I'm releasing the body to the…..uh, family, today. Rachel's sister told Savannah that was what she wanted. Is that a job ?"

There was no fucking problem at all. My adrenal gland shrunk back down and I felt my shoulder joint relax. Dr. Syygo sounded like this was any normal case. He had not hinted of any fishy portion and his answer about cremation made stark mother wit. Kim and savanna must have talked while I was out of it. Kim said she had been making arrangements.

"S..so, Rachel is leaving the morgue today ?"I asked a little shakily. This was going well and I couldn't believe it. There had to be a haul, something that was going to get laid this up.

"Yes. Why shouldn't she ?"the doctor asked a little metagrabolized

"Uh, well, um"I struggled to come up with an solvent, but my mentality had locked up under the stress.

"Seems so fast"I finally blurted out.

"Ron"he admonished"You and I have done many autopsies. Rarely does it takes us more than a couple of years to get them processed. The fortuity was Sunday. Are you sure you are all right with this ? Do you need to go nursing home ?"

‘ Shit'I thought. The doc was right. Today was the third day. Being out for half that metre had really messed up my sense of time. I decided to change the subject. I needed to recognize the absolute answer to one Sir Thomas More question, even though I was pretty sure I knew already.

"Doc, I have to eff. Was Rachel drunkenness or on drugs ?"

I didn't tutelage about that, but I was hoping this would spur him to secernate me how he ruled the accident. The doc had not given me any hints that he thought her death suspicious, but he had not compressed out said it was accidental. That one word, ‘ Accidental'on her expiry certificate would turn back any police investigation cold. The police investigate homicides. Only insurance agents care about accidents.

"No, Ron. You can put that out of your nous. Her tox screen was plumb. The serious I can evidence is that she fell asleep or was distracted and missed the turn."

I was relieved, excited, and dumbfounded all at the Lapplander meter. While this was certainly the best case scenario, I was surprised at how leisurely it had happened. Dr Syygo is probably the better pathologist in the Mile-High City area. How did he think the excessive burns were not leery ? How did he brush off the overweening petrol I had used ? How had he missed the want of soot and smoke in her throat and lungs ?

The last head hit me hard, because it had not occurred to me until just now. How could I have ever thought that the doctor would not check that to see if she had been animated at the prison term of the flaming ? Then I relaxed again. Because the crash killed her. Dr Syygo had come to the conclusion that she died before the fervor would have been blazing and producing the smoke a live person would have inhaled.

"Ron ? Ron. Are you okay ? I can deal this without you. Why don't you take the afternoon off ?"

I mentally brushed aside all of the interrogative sentence bouncing around in my head and answered him.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Let me help with the John Doe and then I'll go home."

With so very much good news, I was able to focus on helping the Doctor. But, I must let made him uncomfortable because he didn't seem like his surefooted self. We muddled through and Dr Syygo determined that advanced cardio-vascular disease, combined with cirrhosis, had taken the unidentified man's life. He had been found on a park terrace. He was likely one of the homeless person, who the ACLU had doomed to go without maintenance when they had fought to get them released from mental institutions back before I was born.

I went back to my cube to shut down my data processor and noticed a small box had been placed there. It was not a condolence natural endowment as had immediately jumped into my head word. It was from the crematorium. I knew from the size that it contained the ashes of someone. Then the enormity of what we had done hit me.

These were the ashes of one of the John or Jane Does that the crematorium does for the county and then sends the ash to us. I would normally be getting a box like this for Jane Doe 12-017, the body that I had passed off as Julia Swenson. Julia was the burnt corpse that we were passing off as Rachel. If the syndicate of Jane Doe ever showed up, we would have to apologize for ‘ losing'the remains of their female parent, or daughter, or sister. Those remains were sent to the mob of Julia. They would be scattering the ash of a stranger. This was so fucked up.

I set the box aside. I would take guardianship of labeling and storing it later. I just wanted to go base. This whole thing was getting to be too much. I would be happy when it was over. That thought made me feel unfit. When would it be over ? Wouldn't Rachel being discovered live always mean there was the possibleness that this would all come out ? And for that affair, how likely was it that Rachel would keep back a low visibility and not disclose herself ? God, this was a dense idea ? How did I ever get talked into this ? Then Bruno cleared his pharynx, from inside my pants, and I remembered. I'm a fucking cretin.

I punched out and went place. I was half afraid of what I would find at base, coming home early and not telling anyone. But, I was in a mood to blow off steam. Yelling at Rachel would be just what the doc ordered. She did not disappoint.

I pulled into my drive, walked in the door and saw Rachel in her bag gentlewoman disguise from yesterday. That ugly brown wig highlighting the ensemble. She was looking at me in shock. Kim came bounding down the step, surprise also large in her eyes

"Where the fuck do you reckon you're going ?"I thundered

"Ron ! What are you doing home !"asked Rachel sounding as guilty as she looked.

"Dr. Syygo gave me the afternoon off, because he thought I was still too distraught over your death. About now, I'm thinking I should shoot down you myself, so I have a reasonableness to sorrow. Answer me ! Where the hell are you going ?"

"N..no where. I just needed to get out of the house."She said knowing that was not what I wanted to hear. I looked at Kim

"What about you ? You were just going to let her ? I said both accusingly and incredulously.

Kim glanced at her baby and one of those soundless sibling communications happened.

"Kim was taking a nap. That's why I figured it was a right metre. I was just going to drive around."said Rachel quickly. I glanced at Kim, whose face was inert. Then I focused on her former sister.

"And what if somebody saw you ? What if person was wondering who the bag madam was in Kim's car ? What if they called the police ?"I fired each question without giving her clock time to respond.

"I'm sorry"she said like she meant it.

"Dammit, Rachel ! We can't get these luck ! I'm taking you to your Uncle's cabin, and we are doing it right now ! wad up what you need."

I saw something resembling panic in her eyes as she quickly answered.

"No ! No, Ron ! Please, I can't go to the cabin yet !"she nearly shouted

I glanced at Kim, whose typeface was betraying some worry and then back at the emotional Rachel.

"What the nooky does that mean ; ‘ Can't go, YET ’. You're fucking absolutely, what do you have to do ?"

Rachel hesitated for a fast second base and then closed her optic to answer.

"I want…I need to attend my funeral."Came her reply in calm matter of fact tone.

"YOU'RE NOT expiration TO THAT FUCKING FUNERAL"I thundered."That would be so incredibly, unbelievably, recklessly stupid person. oasis't you heard a discussion I've said ?"

"Ron ?"interjected Kim's tranquil spokesperson"You're right. It is really dumb. But, remember Rachel is never coming back to these people. Her friends, what little family we have left, this is the final time she will ever see them. Don't you think we should at least afford her that finish luck to see them one last clip ?"

damn. I hadn't cerebration of this slant, but an answer quickly came to mind.

"And how is she going to say ‘ arrivederci'without letting them get laid she is still alive ?"I queried, not quite as calm as Kim was, but making up for it with sarcasm.

"I won't talk to anyone, Ron. I promise ! I just want to see these people one endure clip"Rachel chimed in quickly.

"Please, Ron"Rachel continued"I can be very grateful"she added in a tone she meant to be seductive.

Rachel spent our marriage using sex as her favorite weapon of manipulation. She either doled out an extra favor, or withheld her affection until she got what she wanted. Either that or I was left to self service myself out of a disconsolate clod billet. Under the current circumstances, her pure tone just pissed me off.

"Oh, really."I said filling my voice with condescension"What exactly can you tender me that ; A ) I haven't had in abundance the past two workweek, or B ) what I can't make you do anyway ?"

I was surprised that she had an answer

"What you have always wanted to do to……Rape me."

I was silent for a few bit while I let that soak in, kvetch around, and finally squeeze the Logos out of me.

"Exactly, how are you going to make that bechance ? You're already letting me fuck you. I know you really don't want to, so it's almost assault as it is. What are you going to do, that would make me want to risk jail ?"

Rachel closed the distance between us, ripped off her wig, and slapped me hard across the face.

SLAP ! Rang the sound.

I was stunned for an instance, and then the pain registered the twinkling before she began to speak.

"piece of ass you ! You needle-dick SOB ! I've had enough of you bossing me around ! I'll do whatever I want and if you don't like it you can kiss my lily ovalbumin ass !"

Rage boiled over in my oral sex and the words were out before I could even think them

"Bitch, you earned this ! ”