Chapter 8
Thank God for alcohol when the spirit gets low and memory leaves dark traces of sadness to stain the soul.
Jean had lost track of the number of vodka-tonics she'd poured in the past hour; and who could count, really, when the bottom of the glass was never without a few fingers of the soothing, brain-numbing alcohol with that tortured wedge of lime, once squeezed and left to float like flotsam on the ragged shores of her storming mind.
Her nerves were less jangled and frazzled, but nothing could obliterate the memory of her obscene performance with that raggedly dressed Tod . . . some hitchhiker, probably, that Terri had scrapped off the greasy floors of MacDonalds. The fact that she'd been left with no choice but to submit to the grimey character brought her little solace, realizing how she had lustfully reveled in their sexual debauchery.
She cried for awhile, but more in mental torment than the fear of being discovered as a-what had he called it?-child molester? The awful title brought a tear to her blue eyes as she sat before the kitchen window watching the hummingbirds flutter about the hollyhocks.
Her petite hand clasped around the sweating tumble of gin and tonic clenched tighter as she thought bout Ralph. Well, damn him anyway! she thought, straightening. Denying her the child she had wanted and then telling her she was not a woman and laying the blame for their rotten sex life on her. Well, at least she'd proven that point to her own reassurance. God, her thighs were still quivering from the force of her orgasm . . . and the way she had sucked him, maddeningly swallowing his hot sperm! Just thinking about it brought back the vivid piquancy of his taste.
She was a trapped woman . . . trapped by circumstance and trapped by her own guilt. If anybody ever found out about Gordy . . . oh, it was too painful to predict. Ralph would throw her out on her ear and with good cause. She had the irksome feeling she had not seen the last of Tod, and in truth, part of her was not sorry for that threat.
Oh God, she was so confused . . . and with Terri staying another week, Lord knew what would happen! Suddenly, Jean left like a shipwrecked victim on a lonely island with only her own imagination to save her. The anxiety-filled feeling of being trapped in a body that had betrayed her twice sent her into a whirl of self-deprecating thoughts.
But no . . . she must carry on and turn her back on defeat. She would shower and then head down to the shop as if nothing happened.
Clouds were blowing in from the east, bringing with it the threat of rain. The tennis courts were emptying as a clap of thunder overhead cut short the play time of avid sportsmen. On the baseball field a half dozen boys practiced their game.
A sweater wrapped around her shoulders and an umbrella in hand, Jean stepped out into the suddenly nippy summer air and headed for the shop. Above all, she mustn't let Terri realize that something had ruffled her cool veneer.
Heading around the grocery store on the corner, she nodded curtly to Edward, the delivery boy who was loading up boxes of groceries into the van's body. "Hello, Mrs. Henderson.. . "
She lifted tired, worried eyes and smiled half-heartedly and hunching her shoulders against the wind, continued on down the block to where the familiar scrawl of Henderson's Sporting Goods greeted her eye. Hunching over, she peered a bit tipsily at the 'closed' sign hanging lopsidedly in the door. She straightened, anger rousing her out of the alcohol-induced lassitude.
The little snot was supposed to open up the shop! she thought, ill feelings charging through her toward the girl who had caused her nothing but grief from the day she'd shared a last name with her. Where could she be? Jean flicked her wrist to check the time. It was not quite two o'clock.
On the other side of the door, in the shadows, Tod stood hovering in the shadows filled with blue smoke from the recently cigarette he'd extinguished. Beside him Terri stood tightly pressed and against him trying to see over his shoulder was Otis, a dribble of saliva slipping down his chin.
"She's coming . . . now you all know what to do," hissed Terri in the darkness. We've got to lock the door after her no matter what. Otis, you think you can take care of that?"
"Huh?" he asked stupidly, then nodded his bullish head in a meaningless gesture.
"Soon as she steps inside we grab her, right, babe?" echoed Tod, whispering hotly in Terri's ear, then bathing it in hot swirls that sent the girl's vengeful brain spinning.
The embittered, chestnut-haired girl glared up at the door, her little pink tongue slipping out to lick at her lush, wet lips. "I've never been so positive about anything in my life . . . it's gonna be a high!"
Tod grinned in usual style, that clumsy, stupid, half-apish grin. He reached out and enfolded her litheness against him inside his strong arms and as he did, Terri could smell the man sweat of him. Her firm breasts dug in nipplish hardness into the solid flesh of his chest through her jersey and his T-shirt. He kissed her open-mouthed then, his pot-tainted tongue slipping between her receptive lips to lock with hers. They held that pose for a moment, while Otis covetously watched, rubbing the front of his hugely swollen penis at the provocative sight.
"Damn . . . I could bury it in you right now," he hissed.
Terri pressured her quickly aroused loins tightly up against his swelling hardness, making little undulating motions as his big hands dropped to caress and clutch at the ovals of her rounded buttocks. "Shhhh. . . " she hushed. "She's fumbling with the latch now.. . oh, I see her cussing to herself. That's good, Jeannie, get all hot and bothered, because you're going to get it when you come in!"
Through the glass door the threesome could see the pained, angered expression on the coach's wife's usually beautiful face as she fumbled with a key chain trying to find the right key to fit the lock.
The three were tittering mischievously.
"I can't believe you're so hot after the little show you put on this afternoon," chided Terri, her voice good-natured though the envy was still rife within her blood.
"Ah, shit . . . that was nothin', " Tod amended.
"Good . . . because I want you to fuck her to death, the cheating cunt!"
Tod brushed his lips hotly over hers. "Must run in the family. . . "
"She's not in my family." Terri ground her beautiful jaws together as through the glass pane they watched Jean working at the lock.
Tod chuckled obscenely, letting free of his young girl friend when she shrugged him off, leveling her moody eyes on the door. His ever-ready cock began to strain hurtingly in its denim prison. Man, she was really something, this little fireball. And she was treating him right: serving him her sister-in-law on a platter and making dope money to boot, though that had been his own scam. He twisted around to face Otis, the prematurely jowled retard with the heavy body and light mind.
His piggish eyes bored into Tod's reddened ones. "Am I really gonna get to fuck her?" the oafish boy excitedly questioned for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. The corners of his thick lips were heavy with frothy spittle which he wiped away with the back of his massive hand.
"All the way, Otie!" Terri assured him. "But just the way I tell you, and don't you forget that!"
"Oh, okay." His voice was as thick as his bullish neck and as dense as his feeble brain.
"Poor stupid bastard," muttered Tod under his breath.
Then their attention was lifted to the door once more, where the key was slipped into the lock and with a twist of the knob, the door burst open. Jean's silhouette was stationery for a moment and as they held their breath, trying not to giggle or cough, they heard her call out:
"Terri? Terri, are you in here?" Jean's voice was tinged with apprehension.
Indeed, Jean was sensing an unnerving feeling that something was definitely amiss, and considering the past events of the week's unravelling, she hadn't difficulty assuming it had something to do with her dear little sister-in-law. The alcohol may have numbed her brain, but it left her senses wide open and searching, as were her widened blue eyes scanning the empty shadows of the stores dark interior. Everything was in its proper place, and the cash register appeared to not be tampered with, thank God. Now to discover the excuse of her delinquent in-law's absence.
She stepped into the store's vacuous interior and slammed the door just as a clap of thunder sliced the afternoon skies. The sound startled her, making her jump. She gasped in alarm and then drawing a deep breath, calmed herself and placed her umbrella on the counter and began unwrapping her sweater from the brace of her shoulders. She was feeling a bit dizzy from the alcohol, but her adrenalin was working overtime, making her a bit jumpy and suspicious.
"Terri. . . "she called out again, craning her neck to see if the errant girl was playing tricks on her and hiding in the back. Wouldn't that be just like the little snip, though.. .
"Ha, ha, ha. . . . " The sound came from the depths of a catacomb, the deep throated, awesome laugh of a mad man.
There followed a hushing sound, and the hair on the back of Jean's neck stood out in pricklish relief. "W-who's there. . . ? " Her voice was apprehensive, fearful, pleading.. . a fact that brought a wickedly pleased smile to Terri's rosebud lips. "Where are you, Terri.. . ? " More firm this time. "For god sakes answer, I know you're in here. Quit playing games with m-Aaaahhhheeeiiir
A hulking shadow loomed out at her, engulfing her like the arms of a giant octopus strangling her. Her arms shot up, hands and fingers clawing at the meaty hulk of an impossible huge arm clamped about her neck, cutting off her air supply. Those same strong arms were effortlessly picking her up off her feet like she was so much newspaper, a salty tasting hand tightly clamped over her mouth! She felt her legs kicking futilely in the air, wind milling uselessly, her hands clawing again at the one covering her mouth, keeping her scream within her chest.
"Drag her to the back, Otie!" a male voice, another familiar sound ordered as she was being hauled backwards, heels dragging over the slickly polished linoleum floor. Struggle and kick and bite as she tried, nothing could extricate her from the hulking giant who'd taken possession of her body. He dragged her effortlessly through the exit to the storeroom beyond, her heels bumping over the door-jam. Suddenly she was dumped like so much garbage on the cold floor of the storeroom, thrown prone on . . . what was this a pile of blankets? Now were had those come from her mind wondered dazedly, trying to make sense out of it all. She lay there fearing the worst . . . a burglar? A sex maniac? Oh, God, who could it be?
She blinked in the dark shadows, then cowered into the blanket on the floor as a ear buzzing thunder clap ravished the skies outside. She stared into the faces of Tod . . . and Terri!
"Wh-what's the meaning of this?" she whimpered, staring up into the beautifully wicked face of her sister-in-law.
"Shuddup, bitch. . . ! " Terri's knife edged voice spat down at her as she towered above Jean, legs spread, hands on her hips like something from the Story of O.
"From here on out, sister-in-law, you keep your mouth shut until I ask for an answer. Otie's got a hell of a mean punch, and I'd hate to see that pretty face of yours black and blue for Ralph when he gets home. Ralph . . . remember him? Or have you been so busy fucking and sucking little boys that you've forgotten that my brother is your husband?" A snarl curdled the teenager's upper lip and with the toe of her shoe, she gave her sister-in-law a kick in the leg.
Jean recoiled, her hand shooting down to grab the wounded leg. "You little snot. . . "she began through clenched teeth. "You wait. . . you just wait until Ralph gets home. So help me God, I'll have you sent to juvie if I have to, but you won't get away with this!"
"Yeah? We'll see about that, child molester." The girl spat down at the captured woman. "And how do you think the school board is going to react when they find out the coach's wife has been perverting their kids, huh?"
God, how could a girl be so evil? The unbelievably vicious tone to Terri's voice made Jean's blood run cold. Yes, she was caught in a trap, and there was no extricating herself from this self-created inveiglement. She strained to look up into the girl's deep, brown eyes . . . saw them dilated and drugged, vengeful and smoldering with hate.
"Cock! Boy-cock. . . young cock, that's your hang-up, Jean! Oh, I watched you yesterday in there with Gordy." She spun around to point to the shower. "I was up on those boxes watching you two put on a show. Congratulations, Jeannie, baby . . . you managed to pervert one of the town's prize youths."
"Ohhhh, you're terrible!" whimpered Jean, feeling as if her head were about to split from the agony of the situation she had created for herself.
"So it's cock you crave, and it's cock I'm going to give you, baby . . . so much cock you might blow a screw in that uptight, kinky head of yours! Boy cock . . . you should love that, darling. . . " she added in an exaggerated Taluola Bankhead tone. "Plus a little bit of little girl pussy. How does that strike you, Jeannie?" she chided cruelly. "You're gonna suck me too. . . " Then, snapping her fingers, the curvy tyrant cried: "Strip her boys!"
Whimpering in fear-filled, overwhelming shock, Jean felt hungry hands tearing at her clothes systematically, peeling them from her quivering body, ripping off buttons. They pulled and jerked until they were shreds, making her toss on the pile of blankets like a helpless, rubber doll, until suddenly she was naked. Totally naked. Her arms shot up to hide her nakedly shivering breasts, but hands were working there, too, pulling them free. The two strippers hiding in the shadows of the sunless afternoon were breathing heavily above her as she lay on her back staring up at the ceiling, trying to blot out the shuddering reality that was her fate. Then, as if in an Excedrin ad, Terri's vengeance-contorted face reappeared to glare down at her.
"I tried to be friends with you, Jean, even listened to you call me a slut over that stupid magazine and the joint. I tried to be your friend for Ralph's sake . . . but after Gordy and then Tod yesterday . . . you just hung yourself, Jeannie, baby. And you're going to pay!" Her beautiful, full lips twisted into a pretzel of disdainful hatred. "Now for Ralph and myself, comes retribution! Boy-cock . . . your favorite sport!" She glanced around abruptly and snapped her fingers. "Get naked, Otie. Mrs. Henderson the coach's wife would like to see what prize you got hid in that cracker jack box!"
Tod's lewd under-the-breath chuckle reached Jean as she cringed with near-petrified shame in her vulnerable nakedness on the pile of blankets beneath their vicious and lustful eyes! And in those shadows, she couldn't help but fix her attention on the huge young teenager kicking off his clothing in a clumsy, hasty manner.
Otis, wasn't it? God, he was such a dirty slob, such a poor, hapless fool! How could Terri have been so selfishly cruel as to have involved him in her wicked, contemptuous games! God, and then she saw it.. . the impossible thick trunk of his hardened penis beaming out from almost fat-hidden loins in ominous preview of what was to come! A terrifying shudder chilled the captive wife's stripped flesh. She gasped out and clamped her hands over her nudity in a futile gesture of defense. She gasped out, drawing her thighs reflexively together in the protective tightness, her mouth dropping loosely open in awesome disbelief!
Terri, too, was gawking at the inhumanly large stalk of hardened male cock flesh for the first time. Lord, but the guy was hung: Like a bull, an elephant, a dinosaur! The mere sight of it whipped her breath from her lungs Mother in heaven, it couldn't be for real! He a split a mare wide open with that thing! Holy shit. . . maybe I'd better call him off! I don't want to be put up for murder!
Otis was lumbering forward, holding the long, thick wagging pole as if the weight of it had to be lifted in order to maintain his: balance. He managed his way flat-footed around to stand at Jean's feet, gazing down at her locked ankles while she gaped at the menacing sight of him with growing panic.
"D-do I fuck her now, Terri?" he questioned dumbly in a lewdly excited, nasal tone. Again that dribble of spittle that caused the ever-present rash around his mouth, was making its way down his fat chin.
"Oh, my Gawd, Terri . . . have mercy!" Jean breathlessly pleaded. "Have you lost your mind? You don't know what you're doing!"
"Listen to you," chided Terri, sneering down at her sister-in-law. "Now who's asking for forgiveness? But let me tell you something, sister, you better keep your trap shut or dear Ralph is gonna hear about you and Gordy and God knows how many other little boys you've been sucking off!" She wore the mask of victory as she gazed down with fiery eyes at the cowering figure of her naked in-law on the blankets, shivering there in the shadows like a trapped animal. The image filled the young girl with a sense of sadistic power.
"And there's Tod to add to your list of fuckables. . . don't forget that!" Terri, vividly recalling the sight of Jean making joyous love to her boy friend filled her with a punch drunk sense of retribution that knew no bounds. "Go ahead, Otie . . . Fuck her!" she burst then, flailing her chestnut hair around to face the oafish looking retard who stood drooling over the nakedly supine body of Jean Henderson.
The dim-witted teenager grinned and nodded, dropping down onto his thick knees like a huge, shapeless mass of rippling suet, the length of his blood-fed cock waving before Jean's widened blue eyes as he used his puffy hands to grasp her slender ankles.
"Come on, dear sister-in-law," spat Terri, her cheeks flushed with emotion, "spread your legs like you did for Gordy!"
"Yeah, Mrs. Henderson . . . you gotta spread yer legs apart," Otis exclaimed with imbecilic enthusiasm, easily parting them as if they were the well roasted legs of a Thanksgiving turkey.
"Noooo . . . oh, no, please don't!" Jean whimpered in trembling dread, her gaping, fear-filled eyes fixed on the bloated rubbery head of his huge, purple-tipped hardness nearly all-exposed from the thick sheath of its foreskin. "Help me, Terri.. . Tod . . . God almighty, somebody stop him from-oh, Jesus." Her eyes leveled on his monstrously thick penis, the eye of which seeped with a pearl of pre-cum, dangling there evilly. "He'll kill me!"
"You got the idea, honey!" snapped Terri.
In a flash, both teenagers dropped down on either side of the cowering, captive wife, pinning her arms beneath their weight, with their knees, then reached down to offer helping hands as they caught one of her shapely tanned legs behind her dimpled knee, assisting Otis in spreading and drawing them apart and back. The coach's hapless wife cried out and Tod clamped his sweaty hand over her mouth as the unprepared pink crevice of her blonde, hair-nestled pussy burst into clear view before the feebleminded boy.
A dribble of spittle tumbled down his naked chin to drip onto Jean's exposed genitals, and she thought she would die from the humiliation of it! Oh, God, how could they be so hateful, so cruel? What had she ever done to deserve this?
"Get those legs back and up higher, you bitch!" hissed Terri into her sister-in-law's face, her young dark eyes snappily feasting on the delectable proximity of Jean's rounded, white breast with its strawberry nipple perky and alert, so near to her own face. "I want you to feel every inch of Otie's cock, and sister," she said, flinging her hair over her shoulder, "that's gonna be one cunt full!"
In absolute panic, Jean gaped at her husband's little sister through terror-widened eyes. Could it be actually happening to her . . . this horrifying rape at the hands of three teenagers? And Terri.. . how could she be so full of hate? Then she couldn't make sense of anything as suddenly her restrained legs were levered obscenely up and back until her breasts were flattened by the pressure of her knees nearly touching her shoulders. The humiliation of being forced into such an exposed position was devastating. Her beautiful face contorted in anguish as muscles all through her trembling body seemed painfully stretched and achingly taut. The flat plane of her vulnerably exposed genitals with the hairy mouth of her vagina as the target was presented up in lewd sacrifice to the shuffling young retard! Oh, God, they couldn't have chosen a worse punishment! the sight of the feeble-minded boy was repulsive, with his piggish, deep-set eyes and fat jowls and dribbling mouth.
Excitation of an evil brand rippled through Terri as she watched Otis grin down slobberingly in slow-witted lust at Jean's lewdly displayed pussy. Slowly, as was his fashion, he stroked his immense cock with both hands, as in ritualistic preparation for the impending assault on the cringing pink pussy-crevice before him. Retardedly, his huge, flabby body began to sway on his knees, beads of salty perspiration already beginning to ooze out on the fish-belly whiteness of his skin. He shuffled in closer, working his elephantine penis in lurid circles with both hands, as if he were going to drill it up into her helpless cunt!
Jean looking down through her widespread thighs, thought she might faint or be sick from the sight of that penile log with its oozing eye advancing torturously closer, inch by excruciating inch, toward her openly exposed cunt. Her blue eyes, still blurred from the alcoholic excesses, locked on the incredibly huge cock about to worm into her unready vagina and rip up into her in vicious and vengeful rape of her married body. God, anything that big would have to split her apart . . . and why, oh God, why didn't he prepare her first? And there was nothing she could to stop him . . . them . . . only lay there and take the punishment fate was delving out to her. They would all use her in whatever obscene fashion they wished, that was obvious.
"Wait, Otie!" Tod suddenly interrupted. "Lick her cunt first! Go on, you were tellin' me the other day how bad you wanted to lick pussy . . . eat cunt juice . . . and believe me, that lady's got a gallon of it!"
Terri turned dourly sour at that remark and with a vengeful twist of the wrist, made Jean cry out in pain.
"Oh, stop . . . please . . . don't hurt me anymore . . . I'll do anything you want, Terri.. . just stop hurting me!" she bleated.
"Too late for that, dear sister-in-law. We're going all the way with this one!"
Otie cast a stupefied gaze at Terri who nodded impatiently for him to continue with the ravishment.
"Do it, Otie!" Terri lustfully cried. "Tongue her good . . . chew her clit off!"
Unhesitantly, slobberingly, the overgrown hunk of man flesh worked backwards and dropped his bullish head, his teeth abruptly biting into the soft white flesh of Jean's rippling belly. His breathing began to sound harsh as his wet thick tongue taunted her flinched navel, cleaning it, then began following the soft path of light gossamer gold hair down to the fleshy outer lips of her recoiling pussy. He quickly spread the resilient, hair-fringed folds with fat fingers, and with a greedy liquid suck of his rubbery lips, drew the tiny pink bud of her Jean's clitoral bud wetly up into his mouth! He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his incisor teeth, feeling it immediately jerk erect to his sensuous taunting.
The restrained fear-stricken young wife, pinioned down painfully with her arms held over her head under the excruciating pressure of hateful bodies, clenched her eyes tightly shut against the spontaneous whirlpools of sensation that went stabbing wildly through her sensitive genitals and soft, empty belly. She gasped against Tod's hand clamped over her mouth once more, inwardly fighting with every ounce of strength against the immediate betrayal of her nerve-sizzling body. She tried to think of Ralph and the love she possessed for him . . . and of the humiliating debasement his own younger sister was responsible for bringing vengefully down on her for whatever reason . . . a reason that was too painful to admit to herself, even in this masochistic moment of self-revelation. But there was no thinking or reasoning now. . . .
Otis' thick, wet tongue had snaked forward, burrowing up into her tingling cuntal hole like a slithering snake! The impulsive shock rippled shatteringly along her spine to the base of her skull, finally saturating her brain to trickle through her nerve ends and along the fiery ends of her synapses to spread through her nakedly trembling body. Her defenseless loins lurched and jerked involuntarily as if in rigor mortis, sucking the flicking tongue inside her dilating vaginal mouth from its roots! Again, sensuous lust of a masochistic sort began to irresistibly take charge, driving all fear and obstinacy from Jean's susceptible body!
Vaguely, she realized how quickly and easily her so-called self control had been ripped away by his burning, salaciously burrowing tongue . . . yes, even in his imbecilic repugnance he could fire her sexual switch until she would go mindless with the need to climax, with the need to find fulfillment in sex, something she had been wrongfully denied with her dear, sweet husband. The thought came down upon her brain like a mental storm, bringing a gush of tears to her watering eyes. First it was Gordy she had felt vulnerable with, then Tod . . . and now this slobbery idiot drooling between her defenselessly spread legs. Lord, where would it stop . . . this sizzling need to reach the apex of sexuality? Where . . . when . . . and would it ever?
The lumbering mass of fatty flesh raised up then and her widespread loins began to undulate searchingly below, her now hungeringly roused pussy trying to find that long, thick, elephantine cock that was going to fill her suddenly craving belly and fill the need raging within her betraying body.
Both Terri and Tod were experiencing an unholy stage of mounting excitation as the bulging, purple-knobbed head of Otis' huge cock found Jean's tightly pulsating vaginal mouth, a mere flick of lint compared to the raging pole of his penis. Spellbound, they watched him move it around for a moment, splaying the layered pink edges of pussy flesh as he tormentingly thrust it between the swollen lips. Then, with a sudden flick of his mid-bulk, he forced his blood-filled cock head brutally into the round, elasticized hole, visibly stretching the tight, resisting lips almost to the bursting point.
Jean's blonde head tossed wildly as Tod clamped his hand harder over her mouth to muffle the scream shrieking from her tortured throat.
A nasal "Aaaaammmfff!" managed to escape from her nostrils, her blue eyes watering from the pain of his abrupt entry that felt as if a log had been shoved up into her belly, a dry, scraping log, leaving slivers of pain in its wake.
But Otis hardly heard her cry as both Terri and Tod brutally clutched her wide-held legs in a tighter grip and with a crushing thrust, he plowed his massive cock-meat deep up into her desperately resisting cuntal hole, pushing fluid ripples of raw pink flesh in painful waves before it!
Jean jerked convulsively as the enormous penile log raced up into her shocked belly like a Viking battering ram hammering warrior-like against the gates of the castle, crying for entry and then demanding it. Ripples of pink, raw, sensitive flesh being pulled in with the brutal force of his entry. The solid, mushroom-like head battered and ripped at every inch of tender flesh before it, bursting the breath from her to stuff the expanded hole of her cunt until she was sure she could feel it jabbing and throbbing between her breasts!
Tears of rage, humiliation and a score of unholy emotions streamed uncontrollably from the corners of her blinking eyes to dampen the wisps of short, blonde hair at her temples. The excruciating agony between her legs burned and tore at her flesh . . . yet she could not stop it. Unhesitatingly, the lust-crazed, sex-starved hunk of protoplasm began to fuck in and out of her, never looking at her face, his bugging, piggish eyes fixed vacantly on her wide-stretched vagina where his bull-like cock was fucking with furious torture into her.
Jean felt his bloated, sperm-filled balls smacking flatly and punishingly up between the uptilted cheeks of her buttocks and at the same time drumming a lewd, rhythmic tattoo down against her tiny, unprotected anal button, suddenly raising incredible, masochistic impulses to crawl upward along her spine! If she managed to live through this, she would never forgive Terri for this brutal outrage!
Then her eyes popped wide when she felt a small, soft hand caressing the sensitive flesh of her right breast, her leg being relieved by the pressure restraining it so that the resilient mound of cantaloupe flesh could peak beneath the warm, stroking little hand!