"Around mid-morning the next day, Matt received a text from his good friend, Dylan Lancaster. It said, 'Have you checked your private e-mail?'Matt use... his smartphone to do that. He was pretty sure that the IT department of the firm monitored everyone's use of the company P.C.s. Besides the usual stuff that he normally did not even open, there was an e-Mail from his wife to himself and three other couples. Upon opening it, he saw that it had a picture inserted in the body of the message."Mr.&. . no, no, I've never done this... don't hurt me..." Jennifer found herself sliding down off the crowded couch onto the floor with her crazed motions, Stan beside her, never letting up with his hand. She writhed on the floor, nearly as abandoned as the others, and her nerves were shredded under his obscene torture of her young female genitals.Enjoying himself, Stan crouched down and spread the lips of her vagina and slipped his middle finger into the tight, innocent hole. He pushed deeper,. Her eyes gently close, a diffusion of loss gently pushed into her depths. She will continue her search for him. A rider of the night, racing against reality to embrace her hallucination. Moaning softly as the wind increases, she feels him pull her hair between his fingers in a sweet caress. Midnight’s nostrils flaring as she steps lightly, her eyes growing wide with insight. He is near. A soft rumble effuses with the wind as the thunder greets her. Slowly she raises her dark lashes, revealing. ”“Sure.” After a few more minutes, he leaned over and kissed his mother’s head. As he moved towards Amy she turned over and took off her top. “You get two minutes, OK? Be gentle and be sure to get my tummy when you’re finished.”Danny touched her face, a mix of emotions washing across his. “Thank you, may I kiss you?”Amy shook her head. “We’re not going to have that kind of relationship. If you want, I would like a kiss on my forehead.”He touched his lips to her forehead. She caressed his face.