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Deadly Shot
Nothing. So, she concluded, George Winters must have been right. It must have been a heart attack though Mr. Carter seemed to be at the peak of fitness. Angela knew from the evidence of her agents’ surveillance that he swam and lifted weights every day. Not only that, she knew that he indulged in...her mind paused for a moment to search for the right word...vigorous...sexual activity with a variety of women even sometimes including his wife. Angela felt her breathing increase just perceptibly as she recalled the videos of Mr. Carter fucking the women.
Fucking... Angela flashed back to the living room of Ronda’s mansion... Ronda’s bare leg flashing through the opening of the sarong loosely tied over her hips as she came down the stairs, a translucent white top tied above her navel barely concealing her breasts...Jeff’s mighty erection when he came into the bedroom where Ronda and
Angela were waiting. Ronda’s face contorted with pleasure as Angela guided Jeff’s cock into her. Ronda’s disappointment at his quick orgasm. Angela stroking his limp penis with her hand until it revived, taking him into her mouth until he was once again their stallion, Ronda steering his cock into Angela’s throbbing vagina as Angela mounted him and thrust down on him to take the full length and breadth of him into her while Ronda sucked on her nipples. The sheer beauty of that cock that Ronda and
Angela shared whenever they could. How taking pleasure in Jeff had magnified the enjoyment each of them felt and forged a bond between Angela and Ronda like nothing else could...the anticipation, the pleasure, the utter voyeurism as they tried every imaginable combination of sensuous delight their three bodies could offer and their three minds could imagine—eyes, minds, vaginas, breasts, mouths, hands and that telephone pole hard penis. And the feeling of belonging that came with her relationship with Ronda. For so long she’d felt like the outsider looking in and now there was someone who cared enough to take care of her.
The ringing of her cell phone interrupted her reverie.
“You coming home any time soon?” Ronda’s voice heightened Angela’s arousal as it kindled the warmth in her heart. Tingling began to rise from between her legs as she anticipated seeing her lover. She could almost feel Ronda’s appreciative eyes and hands on her body. And Angela began to salivate at the thought of the supper she knew her lover would have prepared with care and devotion. The meals Ronda created...
“Soon, my love.”
