The nervous young husband pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and
wiped it across his brow to absorb the tiny beads of perspiration that
were beginning to form there from the tenseness of his body. Xnx “Cheers,” she said and drank. She had been
forced, raped really—changed against her will—so that now she could
feel a certain guiltlessness about reveling in the erotic pleasures
that could come from her shamelessly aroused body. The whole thing had an aura of
perverted sensuality about it, but all he knew was that the conflicting
emotions building and building inside him needed a way out. Mae closed the front door and went to the window, the same one from
which Reagan had been watching the innocent young bride just yesterday
morning. “I set
it that way.” He moved over closer to his wife and slid an arm around
her, cupping
