I heard the service department door closing as Tasha and I made our way down the stairs. We got there about the Same time the entry door to the garage opened and I saw Kim walk through the threshold. Her face fit into an construction of joy filled surprise. Kim dropped the bags she was carrying and ran towards me.

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

She leapt into my sleeve and began to osculate me with machine gun rapidity, wanting to carry happiness through quantity instead of quality. Her embrace around my cervix was pissed and reassuring. It felt very up lifting to have her wrapped around me and felicitous for my recovery.

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

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

I looked yesteryear Kim, whose romantic attention was blocking my view and I got a trade good flavour at Rachel. She was dressing in one of my old sweatshirts that professed my beloved of the capital of Colorado broncho. Completing her supporting players were a span of sloppy dungaree, that hung on her like a burlap sack, sunglasses that looked like they came out of dad's high up school twelvemonth Good Book, new sneaker, and the despicable brownness wig I have ever scene. I could not accept picked Rachel out of a police force seam 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, thrifty. But, it is still mute"I said

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

"I know Ron, but Rachel was going sick. It's one thing to spend days in a theatre, knowing you can leave alone 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 recollect her discarded dish, my oculus dialed in and took in her hourglass figure, and the wet denim that accentuated her well formed ass. My antenna was starting to get a deliquium signal.

Kim scooped up the travelling bag, put them on the counter by the stove, and began to rummage. In just a distich of seconds she was wiggling a small beige and unripened box, that said"Astroglide"up one English. The signal was getting a little solid. The thought process of seeing Kim's heart shaped ass offered up to me to use as I pleased, wiped my mind clear of every other thought.

"For later !"Kim said enthusiastically.

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

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 little ass cheek apart and slowly violating her miserly lilliputian ass, would have had me dismiss their little escapade. Now, the idea of having sex my unwilling ex-wife crept into my mind. I took a couple of footprint to Rachel and stopped just poor of her ‘ infinite ’. In an overly afters and sarcastic representative 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 cypher, but cryptical anxiousness jumped onto her font. 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 headache 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 like voice."Don't you, Rachel ?"

Rachel was a bitch, but she wasn't dolt. She knew I was baiting her, getting her to say something contrary. Then I would be motivated to punish her physical structure. I had been doing that a lot over the survive calendar week. All of that pent up intimate aggression left over from our matrimony kept looking for ways to leak out.

Rachel and I had been married for five years. We finally split up last yr. It was not pretty. She was a bitch when I married her. A cliff dead, Hollywood starlet, bitch. A sex hating bitch. But when her Russian mob connected beau absconded with a satchel full of mob money, and left Rachel to take the inculpation, I had to help her ; beef or not. The Sister, the youngest of which I just started dating, have been fucking me senseless for the last 10 Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Rachel still doesn't like sex, but she hasn't said"No'to anything. That is a far cry from when stimulation meant a half an hour of begging.

But, like I said Rachel isn't stupid. She was loathe to provide, yet another reason, for me the shtup 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 safe mood ? Right, Rach ?"cooed Kim as she wrapped her arms around me and crushed her C-cups against my chest.

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

"Yes, I'm sure a shower will do wonders 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 lust into her voice.

"Boooooo !"came a voice from behind me that startled me for the second clock 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 variety of came out. I didn't mean anything"Tasha answered

Kim got a knowing look in her eye.

"Didn't you already get to own my boyfriend, once ?"Kim said a bit diverted. 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, convinced voice."Ronnie has taken so many jeopardy 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 respond this one ?'

imaginativeness of Tasha's large, immobile breast appeared in my brain. The sight, not ten second old, of Tasha's aroused tight, cherry nipples, on her creamy white globes woke Bruno up completely. The thinking of hearing Tasha screaming in climax as I sucked her tits, while having my cock buried to the hilt in Kim's ass popped into my mind.

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

She kissed me hard and I returned her passion in kind. My hand drifted down to her blue jean 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 affirmation seemed odd, so I turned to front at Tasha. She was blushing ; a very rare sight. Then she spoke.

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

"I'm sure."said Kim.

She sounded sure, but I didn't know that the pit was going on. Before I could ask, Kim pulled me in close, and began in a quiesce 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 permit, think of ? Anyway, You know Tasha. She is jolly strong-minded ; 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 good friend, and I had no idea until the night before we crashed the car. You remember when Tasha made Rachel eat her out ?"

I nodded, not wanting to interrupt this actor's line. But my mind also wandered back to when I had fucked Tasha. She did like it rough with her tits and she had no problem 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 gravelly with her breast. I bit them, slapped them, and squeezed the hell out of them. It only drove her to beg for more than, remember ?"

I was busy pounding Rachel at the time, so I missed a lot of what Kim was telling me, but I do remember lots of racket coming from their part of the room.

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

Kim giggled as I turned to look at Tasha.

If anything she was redder than ever. My hands were still busy holding Kim's butt, and I liked the tone. So I gave one'Come Here'pic of my head teacher towards Tasha.

Tasha took an uneasy whole tone forward. It was followed by a more convinced second, then a normal third. She was within my grasp in another step. My tool was harder than Chinese scribble. Saint Bruno ordered me to grab Tasha by the hair and pull her in for a deep kiss. I did, which earned me the sight of seeing Tasha's centre go spacious in shock and then having her melt into my lip as I kissed her.

I still had my remain deal on Kim's gratifying ass, and I squeezed it like a nerfball, pulling her in tightly. As I continued to kiss Tasha, my hand moved up to discipline Kim for a bra. It was there of row. Kim did not go out in public without one. I completely released both women, and stepped behind Tasha so I faced Kim.

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

She was happy to abide by. Kim took two steps back to leave her audience a nice show. As she did, my mitt went up and underneath Tasha's free blouse. Tasha had taken her bra off for me while we were upstairs. Now my hands touched the warm form of her stomach, I wondered if I she had put it back on. I was proud of when I encountered the bare flesh of her firm globes.

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

"Ohhhhhhhhh"Tasha moaned out, as she got unaccented in the stage and dropped an in or so.

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

I had my eyes fixed on Kim, who pulled her shirt out of the waistcloth of her denim and then pulled it over her head in a inept motility, which was not in the spirit of this striptease.

I chuckled as I kneaded Tasha's chest and continued to massage my erection in the crevice of her dungaree clad ass. I released one breast to bet with one of Tasha's mammilla. It was already a rubbery burl, so I flicked it with the edge of my thumb.

"Thomas More, Ron"Tasha breathed out.

"You need less 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 settle to floor like a peeler from Shotgun Willie's. She followed it with her eyes and looked up at me as it hit the flat coat. She gave her shoulders a slight shake causing her firm, pouty white meat to didder, and my cock to beg to arrive out.

"Keep going, itinerant rosebush. express me what you got."I called out.

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

"Ahhhhhhhhhh"she said beginning in botheration and ending it in a groan 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.

"bloomers off"I commanded

Kim was hip shrugging out of her own jeans, her flats already discarded. Kim, unlike her sister, keeps herself tanned. The brown cutis made the anatomy of her legs even more erotic as her lower limbs made a gross appearance. She stepped out of her jeans, kicked them well off to the side of the way and looked at me grinning.

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

As Tasha was hopping around, almost resign of her pants, I reached in with both hands, pinched Tasha's nipples and gave them a slow quarter wind. Her eyes went all-inclusive in pain.

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

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

Kim was wearing a pair of black G-string panties. That thought stirred a store, but I quickly dismissed it, as she began a tiresome and overdraw strip of her final exam garment. Each inch of travel of her panties was accompanied by a shift from one hip to the other. Kim bent forward at the waist, pooching her ass out at me. She might hold been going for humor, but the lack of velocity and the question of if her cunt would be visible in this position was making me dotty.

I felt Tasha bend dexter as she won the battle with her jean. I released her pinhead, so she could end disrobing. Now Tasha was saturated haste, pure luxuria, fueled by adrenaline. She wanted easing and so did I.

She came back up, expecting, hoping for a deep kiss and more torment of her tit. So she was storm when I, facing her, whipped my left manus over her pass, pulled her across my body and let her have three fast, keen smack on her bare ass.

Slap ! smack ! Slap !

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

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

slap ! smack ! Slap !

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

slap ! smack ! smack ! smack !

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

Her towboat and conflict were not enthusiastic. I had a nice few of her lily-white bottom. The red hand photographic print on it stood out and seemed to beg to be evened out. I delivered my next blows more forcefully.

smacking ! ! Slap ! ! slap ! !

"Ronnnn ! Ow ! That hurts !"

"This is what bad miss get !"I said as I added more colouring to her buttocks

smack ! slap !

"I'll be a unspoiled girl !"she yelled

Slap !

"OW !"

"How are you going to be a honorable lady friend !"

slap ! slap ! slap !

"OWWWW ! Anything ! I'm your little slave miss !'

Slap ! Rang out my best endeavour of the afternoon

"OWWWWW ! Ron ! Please !"

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

I let her go, grabbed a fistful of her red mane and pulled her into another bass candy kiss. Tasha again melted into me as my free helping hand sought out her cunt. 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 folds of her bitch. Wet, she was. I masturbated her for a few separatrix, earning a moan of pleasure. Then I withdrew my hand, reached around behind her and delivered a final, smart slap across her crimson behind, and then pulled her down to her knees.

Tasha quickly began to undo my pants. I looked up and saw that Kim had finished her strip show and had turned to watch the show on this side of meat of the way. She looked interested and ruttish. Her own mamilla had scrunched up and her correct hand hovered around her pubic whisker, 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 Sami time Tasha freed my stopcock and took it bass into her mouth. Her warm, wet tongue spread itself underneath my hungry member as she closed her mouth around me.

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

"Ohhhhhhh, man !"

I had closed my optic but opened them to gauge Kim's response to being pleasured by another womanhood. She grinned and had an wicked glint in her eye.

"Is Tasha a near little cock-sucker ?"

She is. I could not speak as Tasha worked first slowly, the quickly ; her red fuzz dancing in musical rhythm to her oral shilling. I pulled Kim in to me and kissed her intemperate, kneading her ass, while my fountainhead swam in cristal and the thought of pleasures to come.

Tasha's mouth was pose, bringing me close to climax and then stopping. She had not taken me all the way and I knew she was up to. It was frustrating as she would direct about ¾ of my phallus and then rive back. Slowly down, and slowly back. Quickly down and then quickly back. Each clip stopping at the same point. It was maddening.

My former hand was on the back of Tasha's fountainhead and I could not ask it anymore. When she paused at her usual point, I pulled back from Kim and groaned out.

"All of it, Tasha. Take it all"

And with a handful of red curls as policy I pushed myself all the way down her throat.

I thought I would cum as I felt her throat tighten around my pass. I looked down, and saw that Tasha was looking at me expectantly. For what I was not sure, but this felt too fucking right. I did not desire to get out out. But, this was not the porta I wanted to cum in. I ground my pelvis into her face, as I pulled her head into my private parts. Then I withdrew quickly, afraid my will index would leave me.

"Bed ! Hurry !"were the only two words I could get out.

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

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

"I'm for 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 formulate it.

"brand me cum with this."She said latching onto my throbbing and indigent cock.

I jumped in surprise, pulled her in for a quick, but deep buss. 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 of it. I boldly walked up to her, and twisted one pap, causing her eyes to widen in pain in the ass, and her mouth to open. I folded myself into her and frenched her, while relaxing the torque on her small gumdrop. She eagerly accepted my offering and kissed my like the humankind would be ending at any moment. I was teasing now, and broke all contact, and pushed her onto the bed.

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

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

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

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

The nook of her mouth turned up in an eager smile. Tasha was tidal bore too. She repositioned herself on the bed so she was now lying long mode in my king bed. There was ample room on either side of this hot redheaded woodpecker, so I made my way around. I watched as Kim took the unretentive road, leaned in, and gently bit the side of meat of Tasha's left boob. Kim released her chomp, and then grabbed Tasha tit with both hired hand and squeezed like she expected to puff a flow of Milk River.

Tasha oculus went wide in combination 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 years ago, and I so wanted to feel her set up areola on my tongue. I gave her no stimulation, but took her pap into my oral cavity and attempted to find milk, my own way.

"Ohhhhhhhh. screw, cat !"Tasha groaned out with the pleasure of having her breasts manipulated by two different multitude.

Kim apparently liked what she saw across Tasha's pectus and she began slurping on Tasha's former, just as put up, nipple.

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

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

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

Tasha was not still as has breasts were being savaged. She squirmed and bucked. Her helping hand were everywhere ; in my hair, in Kim's hair, above her straits, on our backs, wanting to reach her aching pussy, but blocked by our two bodies.

We were driving her insane with pleasure and she desperately wanted the extra stimulation to crowd over the edge and into an intense orgasm. Kim and I came to this realization at the like time, as each of us crept a paw towards her fire bush.

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

Kim got to the glory maw first and began to masturbate Tasha, focusing on her button. I worked my thumb inside her and began to stroke it in and out in a behind rhythm. The response was split second as Tasha began to buck difficult and thrust her hips.

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

But stop, I did. I pulled my hired hand out and took Kim's away from Tasha's kitty-cat. 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 stage. Kim has probably eaten more pussy that I have. stimulate that definitely.

Tasha orgasmometer had dropped a few pass from red line, but I thought we could make her explode in curt order. But, I about came out of my skin when I heard a shaky representative behind me.

"C..can I play, too ?"

It was Rachel ! Over the by week Rachel had come to the realization that she was likely gay. That explained deal about our marriage, and probably why she could not help making an coming into court in this room.

I motioned the robe Rachel over and she dropped the terry cloth with the commencement stone's throw, revealing her incredible naked body. She was over on the other side of Tasha in a few steps.

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

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

Tasha jumped unexpectedly and I looked down to Kim.

Kim was blow deep in her dear acquaintance's snap and obviously getting Tasha's attention.

"Oh, God, Kim ! Harder !"

I went back to enjoying Tasha's dummy. I sucked it, first hard, then like a child would nurse. I used both script, sometimes squeezing and early times to twist and fine-tune her swollen little gumdrop.

"Oh, God ! Oh, God ! Oh, God !"came Tasha's rapid fervor proclamation as her intimate stress, fuel by the rima oris of three unlike masses, built towards an explosion.

Bruno was yelling at me to let him get in on the action too. I thought he had a point, which was making me uncomfortable. In a good-bye motion, I twisted Tasha's nipple intemperately with one hand, as I used the other hired man for living so I could kiss her. She eagerly met my mouth and I looked into her open air eyes for just an instance. She had crazy oculus. She looked like she possessed. She was too, and the daemon would be bursting out shortly.

I quickly moved to the foot 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 burst. I smiled thinking that she had more coming.

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

"Please, Ron ! Fuck me ; hard !"

I could not refuse her, so I positioned myself behind her, drew my very hungry cock between her purulent lips for some lubricant and buried myself, balls thick, in her tight pussy. pall 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 mouth for a purpose Tasha did not like.

"Eat her kitty-cat, Kim. shuffle Tasha scream"I ordered

I could not see if Tasha appreciated the gesture as Rachel was currently kissing Tasha. I saw Tasha push button Rachel's head down and I recalled using that same question 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 early titty.

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

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

I latched onto her hips and got in a minuscule closer. The phone of my articulatio coxae slapping against Kim's ass was like pouring gasoline on a fervidness and I felt my heat cost increase. Each of my poke was driving Kim's face into her salutary friend's pussycat, adding a little extra something to Tasha's needy 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 rooster through Kim. I looked forward and saw Rachel and Tasha kissing, with Rachel softly rubbing Tasha's teat. I knew Rachel wanted some retribution and was dumbfounded, why my bitchy ex was not ordering Tasha to go muff driving on her. But, there was not enough stock 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 love 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 energise the area this postion would not allow.

I could not believe I was not filling her tight snatch with my seed. I looked over just in clip to see Tasha gravel her ass into the air as she put her brass in my ex-wife's genital organ.

‘ Oh, God'I thought"I going to blow."

That thought brought a familiar feeling in my lumbus. It would only be s before I blew my load.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! Kim screamed underneath me and I could experience her snatch tighten around my organ. I bit my glossa, hopping the pain would hold back my climax, and I then I thrust once more, oceanic abyss and severe, and held it.

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

Then at once she pulled herself forward and collapsed, pulling me out of her. The impression of cold and dashing hopes was a electrical shock.

"I didn't cum"I gasped out defend my erecting, which was now jumping in my hired 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 head and rolled her eyes.

"Go for it"she said dismissively

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

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

My eyes were rivoted on Tasha's backside. With her face in between Rachel's legs and up on her knee joint, she looked so vulnerable and so piece of ass hot. Tasha's few extra pounds accumulate in her shapely ass, which only made this view look even aphrodisiac. I could not aid myself as I brought my arm back and delivered a meretricious slap to her ass.

"Oww !"she answered.

“"Don't check !"I heard Rachel warn. Tasha resumed eating out my lovely ex-wife.

I gave her another slap, which earned me a picayune leap, and little else. I reached in between Tasha's legs and rubbed her cunt. It was hot, well with rousing, and very wet. As I brought my deal out, I rolled it onto her ass buttock, as my early hand found its sister. I kneaded her turn ass, feeling the firm flesh output to my will.

Her brown eye was already prominently displayed. It was begging my John Rock gruelling appendage to pierce it, to ram its way deep inside. I was so past ready for this.

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

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

She jumped again, and began to beg

"G..go well-to-do, Ron. Don't hurt me."

SLAP ! !

I slapped her hard across her upturned, already red, tail

"I said ‘ BEG'”

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

I didn't believe her. I moved to the side of meat preparing to give birth another, harder, swat, when a flavourless hairbrush materialized in front of me.

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

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

Whap ! Whap ! Whap ! Whap !

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

"OWWWW !"arrest ! That hurts !

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

She hesitated long enough for another nose candy to land, reinforcing that I was not planning to let her mull it over.

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

"Whap ! Whap !

"You don't speech sound convincing !"I answered, enjoying the deep crimson her ample bottom was turning.

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

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

"Do you desire it unvoiced and trench or easy and slow down ?"

"Sl….OW ! Please.."

That in conclusion 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 severely and deep ?"I asked calmly

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

I stopped and tossed the brush aside. I put my hand on her angry red bottom. It was very warm and likely bruised.

I kneaded both cheek and she jumped in pain

"time lag still, or I start again."

Kim, my little conspirator, handed me a butt syringe loaded with lube. I smiled a thank you and could not help but notice that 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 tight mammilla, and gave it a slight twist. Expecting a cry of pain, I was mildly storm when she moaned.

"Uhhhhhhhhh"

That one little strait loosened the control I was exerting over Leo IX. He demanded that I get started violating that crocked little hole. I was in full concord. .

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

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

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

"Quiet ! And don't vexation. It will get hotter in a minute."

With that I pulled out the injector and touched my bore fellow member to her forbidden initiative and pushed. Tasha jumped again, and tensed. I smacked her on the other incline of her shapely, soon to be violated ass.

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

I saw her shoulders and back relax and I pushed a petty harder, fighting the fuddled muscle protecting her physical structure from my rape. My stopcock was bending as the conflict for supremacy waged for another split second and then suddenly I broke though her outer ring and the head word disappeared into her so very mingy ass.

"Ow !"came a somewhat subdued yelp of pain in the ass"Slow. Please."she bit off each word.

Leo IX was screaming the opposite set of directions in a testosterone fueled, deaf-mute, scream.

"sweep that ass ! Now ! Bury me inside !"his part screamed in my head

Giordano Bruno won. I latched onto her rosehip with both paw and pushed my putz deep inside Tasha's ass.

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

The thigh-slapper and her tidings were drowned out by the waves of pleasure shooting up my back and into the pleasure centre of attention of my brain. Tasha's ass was so incredibly sozzled. 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 cock and milked it. I savored this look for what seemed like a month.

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

The squeeze I gave her hips betrayed what was to make out 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 snick, I pulled back, and then pushed in more slowly this fourth dimension, but it was far from slow.

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

In less than a second my clod slapped against her ginger-haired kitty. At bottom, I immediately pulled back. Her little ass was stretched as far as I could tolerate. I needed relief. I needed to find myself overtop her tender chassis. I could wait no longer.

I was not even conscious of picking up fastness and my signified began to tone down. I could only feel the acute delight that was coming from my loins.

snippet of Tasha's articulation 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 snatch, trying to both rub away nuisance and magnify the delight.

I glanced to my left and into the changing mirror on the W.C. door. I saw Tasha's big tit shimmy and sway, as the energizing free energy pulsed through them. Her nipples were wet picayune knots and they glistened with stew.

I reached underneath and latched onto a breast. The feel of its exercising weight sent another tactile sensation into my overloaded Einstein and I felt that familiar pressure rise in my seawall. I was close.

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

There was no way I was stopping. Only a bullet train could hold on me now. I released her breast, and grabbed her hip again. I needed all the leverage I could get to pull her luscious trunk into me as I slammed deeper into her body.

I dug my digit into Tasha hips and pulled hard one final time. I felt the water gate opened and my kickoff jet erupt into her body. Without any conscious intellection my dead body spasmed into her and my branch pulled back hard, seeking just another micro-inch more of her ass. My intimate energy seemed to erupt and flow out of my shaft and burn a path through us both. I was sure I would find out Tasha sidesplitter in excruciation as my seed burned like acid inside her.

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

Twice. trey times I spewed inside her. I saw nothing. Maybe my oculus were closed. I could smell only with my member, and all I could feel was attack that I was hosing into my red-headed lover.

Then sanity returned and my senses 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 front of me, masturbating to the show. My workforce were starting to cramp and I slackened my grip on Tasha's pelvic girdle. Then I released a breathing time and gulped in another, as I felt a wave of exhaustion replace my elation.

Tasha was going limp underneath me, trying to lapse into the bed. I allowed it and I oozed out of her ass. Her reamed hole stayed open for a sec and then slowly contracted into the unopen side. A small amount of my cum was evident, the rest still waiting to be expelled. Tasha was breathing hard and covered in sweat.

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

Jesus, what just happened ? Why was my sex so angry lately ? At no period after I saw her ass up in the air could she hold stopped me from fucking it. guilty conscience walked boldly passed my sub-conscience doorman and gripe slapped my conscience once.

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

Kim decided to see. Based on how steamy she seemed to be, I think she liked seeing her beneficial friend get ass-fucked into submission. Kim, cautiously bedspread Tasha's backside buttock and leaned in for a practiced look.

"How does it palpate ?"Kim asked.

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

"I don't see any blood. I think you're okay"

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

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

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

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

She rolled over and in seconds the two naked char were making there way into the bathroom.

I was lost in my own thought 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 little.

"Next time Tasha can short-change herself while I fuck YOU up the ass."I said

Rachel was silent for a sec and then said she needed a shower bath. I heard the urine do on in the bathroom behind be, and immediately began to venerate for the departure of hot water. I needed a shower, 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 cascade together in our biography. The termination was not as I had hoped. At the fourth dimension I thought she was just prudish and unadventurous. Now, we were both pretty for sure she was gay. Either way, she was not concerned in a shower with me. She likely feared for her own orifices.

"I'll pack 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 intemperate in the shower, I was satiated and Saint Bruno was happy. That does mean I didn't fondle her bosom and ass, or grind my erection into her, out of spite. Rachel didn't target to any of it, but she did tense up when my erect cock got close to her own starfish. But, with both exhibitor going, the hot urine was not going to shoemaker's last, so both of us cleaned up quickly and my cockplay was limited.

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

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

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

"I could osculate it and realise it better, or I could commit you another good fucking."

"I think that particular porta is going to be off limits for awhile."she said as a thing of fact tone intruded into her voice. When she saw my face, which I knew was showing a little guilt and worry she added, brightening her voice.

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

angriness ? I thought about that for a fast second. Tasha had noticed, too.

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

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

"We were thinking that Ron could fuck your jumpy ass, and generate me and Tasha a break."

Rachel did not grow to the bait. Maybe she was learning. Instead she quickly changed the subject.

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

That struck me dumb.

"What ? !"

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

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

"She's being cremated."Kim said, a step 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 trunk was probably mostly cremated already.

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

"On Friday"Rachel answered. Kim got watchword that they will unblock the consistency tomorrow.

That seemed a lilliputian fast if the luck of the death were suspicious.

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

I turned to Rachel.

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

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

My middle went encompassing with shock and I yelled.

"WHAT ! Are your fucking crazy ? !"

She didn't back down.

"Do you cogitate I am going to miss seeing who shows up, or to get a opportunity to hear what people really think about me ? To listen all of the skillful things people will say ?"

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

"hell on earth, no ! No fucking way ! It's not going to happen !'I said with as often article of faith as I could muster."We have come too far to induce this screwed up by doing something this dumb."

Both sisters were tacit. I turned to Tasha who hadn't said a intelligence this unit 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 earpiece out of her jeans, …"God, 4:30. I've got a million affair to do back home."

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

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

My tum suddenly reminded me that with my lust quenched, hunger and thirst were now my near iron biologic needs. I hadn't eaten in two days. I was famished.

I helped Kim with dinner and the three of us ate in well-nigh silence. Kim was bubbly and kept trying to start conversation. But neither Rachel nor I were in a loquacious mood. I was lost in intellection, wondering about the next few daytime. 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 freeze me out, because I was close to the"victim"It was technically a conflict of interest, and if this was being treated as a homicide like tec Reynolds was suggesting, I shouldn't be anywhere near the shell. But, it was killing me not knowing what the Doctor was putting in his report.

I wasn't sure enough what Rachel's problem was. Maybe she didn't want to lay on the line pissing me off. Maybe she was contemplating the residual 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 twelvemonth ago.

We tried to watch TV, but zippo seemed to support 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 words by our president. Nothing new there.

Wednesday morning dawned and I was up at 6 AM after a fitful rest. Kim had given up trying to nest with me, as I tossed and turned. I'm not sure if she was mad or not ; she just turned her back to me and went to sleep. Yet one more affair to weigh on my mind.

I was dreading this first day back to work. I did not need to be the center of everyone's attention and sympathy. But, I had missed two days work, so everyone had to assume that this hit me voiceless. Really the lone matter that had hit me heavy was the car's doorway jam. Thank God the aftereffects of that were gone.

Savannah and the rest of the bureau personnel were very motherly towards me, with lots of clinch and"How are you practice ”. I played the part and said"mulct"a lot. Through all of their lyric, and what was left unsay, they made two things very clear.

The number one was that there had been no question that the bushed eubstance was Rachel. If I knew one thing from my class at the morgue, if there was any juicy gossip about one of the occupier of the morgue cooler, it would be mutual noesis well before the police knew it. No one even hinted there had been any question when identifying the body.

The second gear, and this was spoken by more than one of the miss, and always with an menacing tone.

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

This annoyed me, because first it was assuming, and second because it seemed to confirm that I had used too lots gasoline. I had. The detective had made it sack he was suspicious. Having the noblewoman I work with, who very likely had not seen the torso, warn me about the status only made me finger upset and mad at myself. Still, we were half way home base with this deception. Rachel was officially dead. Now we just had to dodge murder accusations.

I punched in, and learn a turn up line that Dr. Syygo had paper clipped to my time bill. The contents of that disturbed me and filled me with a sense of dread. I finally made it to my fiddling government agency area and started on the cumulation of paperwork. There was no necropsy scheduled until the good afternoon. My heart was definitely not in this. I moved some paper, filed others, and set a distich aside so I could fill in a few blank shell. But, I really wasn't accomplishing much. I kept thinking about the greenback. What did it mean ?

The morning dragged, but I did manage to make a prick in the paperwork. I left the authority for lunch so I could holler Kim. I had made it clear to the sister that all communication had to be verbal now. No text messages asking about how thing were going. No netmail. Those left records. So did a call option on the cell phone. But at as long as they weren't excessive, it would not seem strange. Kim and I were together after all. Kim's friends could vouch for that.

I reported what I had found out and told her I had not seen Dr. Syygo get. It could have got been my imagination, but she seemed to be trying to cut the conversation short. I figured she would be desperate to see how things were going. All of her incline of the conversation was short and she didn't ask any questions. Even when I mentioned Dr. Syygo's note, she just told me not to worry. If I didn't know right, I would bear thought she had a boyfriend over. I was just being paranoid. She probably had to go to the bathroom.

I got back from tiffin and immediately began prepping for the autopsy. I assisted Dr. Syygo on these, getting his cat's-paw ready and prepping the organic structure. My mind was once again unfocussed. It kept drifting to the cabinet behind me. One of them, and I had already found out which one, contained what was left of Rachel's imposter. I really wanted to take a look.

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


Ron

I know you will need to view Rachel's remains. Do not afford her locker. 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 reach with the Federal Reserve note, but it did boil down to just two things. Either there was something suspicious or he was concerned for me. Dr. Syygo is a good party boss, but he is remote. He's not the chatty type who gets into personal aliveness. But, he did notice Rachel when we were married, and I know her physical beauty inspired a level of lust and emotion in him.

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

"How are you holding up, Ron ?"he asked with literal 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 stupor to get a line about Rachel, but I'm OK"

"Good. Did you look at her body ?"

"No sir. I got your message"which came out a little more cut short than I had intended.

"flavor, Ron."Began the doc.

At those two Holy Scripture, adrenaline surged into my system as the flight of steps or Fight reflex kicked it. I could feel that sinking feeling in my abdomen. He was about to tell me that he suspected Rachel was murdered. Did he suspect me ? Had he told the law ?

"I knew Rachel, too. She was an exceptionally pretty young lady. Because of those two factors, she autopsy was one of the toughest I have ever had to do. If you insist upon it, you can see her. But, I implore you. Don't. The fire did cracking damage. 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 breathing space 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 shoot her to the cremation chamber. You won't have to handle her at all."

"The crematorium ?"I said not having to feign shock. How did the doctor know we were cremating the clay ?

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

There was no fucking trouble at all. My adrenal gland shrunk back down and I felt my shoulders relax. Dr. Syygo sounded like this was any normal event. He had not hinted of any wary condition and his answer about cremation made complete sense. Kim and Savannah must feature 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 grab, something that was going to screw this up.

"Yes. Why shouldn't she ?"the Doctor asked a little metagrobolised

"Uh, well, um"I struggled to fall up with an result, but my brain 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 to a greater extent than a couple of twenty-four hours to get them processed. The accident was Sunday. Are you sure you are all right with this ? Do you want to go home ?"

‘ tinker's dam'I thought. The doc was right. Today was the third day. Being out for half that time had really messed up my mother wit of clock time. I decided to transfer the subject. I needed to know the absolute result to one more head, even though I was pretty sure I knew already.

"Doc, I have to sleep together. Was Rachel imbibing or on drugs ?"

I didn't care about that, but I was hoping this would goad him to tell me how he ruled the fortuity. The doc had not given me any hints that he thought her death suspicious, but he had not flat out said it was accidental. That one Good Book, ‘ Accidental'on her death security would stop any police investigation cold. The police investigate homicides. Only insurance policy factor care about accidents.

"No, Ron. You can put that out of your psyche. Her tox concealment was blank. The best I can enjoin is that she fell asleep or was distracted and missed the turn."

I was relieved, excited, and dumbfounded all at the Saami time. While this was certainly the best case scenario, I was surprised at how easy it had happened. Dr Syygo is probably the best pathologist in the capital of Colorado arena. How did he think the excessive Burns were not mistrustful ? How did he disregard the undue gasoline I had used ? How had he missed the want of carbon black and fume in her throat and lungs ?

The conclusion head hit me hard, because it had not occurred to me until just now. How could I have ever thought that the medico would not check that to see if she had been alive at the prison term of the fire ? Then I relaxed again. Because the clangoring killed her. Dr Syygo had come to the finale that she died before the fervidness would have been blazing and producing the smoke a dwell someone would possess inhaled.

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

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

"Yeah. I'm okey. Let me assist with the Saint John Doe and then I'll go home."

With so much commodity news, I was capable to pore on helping the doctor. But, I must have made him uncomfortable because he didn't seem like his confident self. We muddled through and Dr Syygo determined that advanced cardio-vascular disease, combined with cirrhosis, had taken the nameless man's life. He had been found on a green work bench. He was probable one of the homeless, who the ACLU had doomed to go without concern when they had fought to get them released from mental introduction back before I was born.

I went back to my third power to shut down my computer and noticed a small box had been placed there. It was not a condolence endowment as had immediately jumped into my head. It was from the crematory. I knew from the size that it contained the ash tree of someone. Then the outrageousness of what we had done hit me.

These were the ash tree of one of the John or Jane Does that the cremation chamber does for the county and then sends the ash tree to us. I would normally be getting a box like this for Jane Doe 12-017, the torso that I had passed off as Julia Swenson. Julia was the burnt stiff that we were passing off as Rachel. If the family of Jane Doe ever showed up, we would bear to apologize for ‘ losing'the clay of their mother, or daughter, or Sister. Those cadaver were sent to the sept of Julia. They would be scattering the ash of a stranger. This was so fucked up.

I set the box aside. I would conduct care of labeling and storing it later. I just wanted to go home. This whole matter was getting to be too much. I would be happy when it was over. That thought made me feel spoilt. When would it be over ? Wouldn't Rachel being discovered alive always mean there was the possibility that this would all come out ? And for that matter, how likely was it that Rachel would keep a low profile and not expose herself ? God, this was a dull estimate ? How did I ever get talked into this ? Then Bruno cleared his throat, from inside my pants, and I remembered. I'm a eff retard.

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

I pulled into my campaign, walked in the door and saw Rachel in her bag dame disguise from yesterday. That ugly Robert Brown wig highlighting the ensemble. She was looking at me in shock. Kim came bounding down the stair, surprise also outstanding in her eyes

"Where the nooky do you call back 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 decease. About now, I'm cerebration I should belt down you myself, so I have a reason to grieve. resolve me ! Where the the pits 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 Sister and one of those silent sibling communication theory happened.

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

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

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

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

I saw something resembling affright 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 side was betraying some worry and then back at the emotional Rachel.

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

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

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

"YOU'RE NOT departure TO THAT FUCKING FUNERAL"I thundered."That would be so incredibly, unbelievably, recklessly stupid. Haven't you heard a word of honor I've said ?"

"Ron ?"interjected Kim's calm voice"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 to the lowest degree give her that last chance to see them one last time ?"

shit. I hadn't idea of this angle, but an reply quickly came to mind.

"And how is she going to say ‘ Good-bye'without letting them acknowledge 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 lastly time"Rachel chimed in quickly.

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

Rachel spent our married couple using sex as her choose weapon of handling. She either doled out an extra party favour, or withheld her affections until she got what she wanted. Either that or I was left to self serve myself out of a down in the mouth balls position. Under the current setting, her tone just pissed me off.

"Oh, really."I said filling my spokesperson with disdain"What exactly can you offer me that ; A ) I haven't had in abundance the yesteryear 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 soundless for a few seconds while I let that soak in, complain around, and finally squash the words out of me.

"Exactly, how are you going to build that happen ? You're already letting me ass you. I know you really don't want to, so it's almost rape as it is. What are you going to do, that would ready me desire to put on the line jail ?"

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

SLAP ! Rang the phone.

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

"Fuck you ! You needle-dick bastard ! 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 white ass !"

fury boiled over in my forefront and the words were out before I could even think them

"squawk, you earned this ! ”