Farrell:"Fuck me until you forget your sorrows," she said.I grabbed hard on her and crashed my lips on her lips tasting every bit of her goodness. Each time we had sex it felt new, and I could never get enough of her.Kissing, and sucking on her neck she moaned to the delight of my lips on her. I licked her ear, and kissed all over her face while trying to savor her beautiful body properly. She clamped harder on my body, rubbing her bare breasts on my chest.I wasn't getting enough of her, so I pulled her down at once. Then I took her to a bench. I sat down first, wanting to pull her on my lap but she reached for my crotch area without warning, and she rubbed on the hardness of my member. Then she began to unzip my pants. She pulled it down, and let it go at once. Then she grabbed a hold of my cock, licking all around it with her tongue.She took it into her mouth at once, slurping and slushing her tongue with full force. Throwing my head backwards, I grabbed hard on the bench whil

Molly:"I'm really sorry about Cole, and that's all I could do," I said to her. Then she pulled away, and I wiped away the tear that stuck in her eyes.I walked to my closet, then I picked out a black flare gown. Then I paired it with a black hat, some black jewelry, and gloves. I went with flat shoes because I didn't know how long this was going to last, and I didn't want to put on heels and regret at the end.When I got out of the closet, Paula stared at me for a while, then she said to me."Even though it's supposed to be a sad occasion, I can't help but comment on the fact that you slayed,"When she said those words, I chuckled."Don't worry, I will become a lesbian when Farrell fumbles his chances with you. Then I'll marry you and keep you to myself," she said."Stop it," I giggled, but then I stopped the moment the door opened and Farell walked in.He had his usual angry expression, and the frown lines on his face were almost dropping to his eyes. He needed to stop frowning a lo

Molly:I knew I was light headed and even the tiniest bit of alcohol could get me drunk,but I still agreed to this contest. We had six bottles for a start and when she began taking the second bottle, I hadn't even gone half of my first and my vision had already started blurring. Getting a hold of the bottle seemed like a huge battle, and I giggled at every instance. This meant one thing, I had gotten high. This had got to be the quickest."What is the percentage of alcohol in this drink?" I questioned with my words slurred, while I looked at Paula.She still had control of herself, and she was gulping the second bottle like it was sprite."Just fifty percent. Why do you ask?" She questioned, and I made a gesture with my hand signaling her that I was okay.But then the moment I tried to grab the bottle, it slipped out of my hand, and fell to the floor, shattering into multiple pieces."Please don't move!" Paula said immediately, but I was too dizzy to understand what she was saying.

Farrell:When I walked downstairs, I saw Courtney pacing around with her hands cupped in a fist. The moment she locked eyes with me she began to walk outside to the small passage before the front door. I could tell she was angry, but did she expect me to disrespect my wife?"Courtney!" I called out, but she didn't look back at me. She marched over to the Bentley which was parked very close to the water fountain in the middle of the compound then she pulled it open and got in.Here we go again, I muttered, heaving a huge sigh of regret.Walking up to the car, I pulled the door open and got in. Shutting the door, I looked over at Courtney who had her hands crossed to her chest."Courtney," I called out but she ignored me.I took a deep breath, then I reached out for her arms and slapped mine off. Taking a deep breath, I tried to stop myself from getting angry. I was determined not to have an outburst."I honestly do not know what you expected me to do. Molly needs special care and she

Molly:My birthday was around the corner. I was going to be twenty three in a few days and my legs still hurt, I could barely even move around. Not like I expected to be healed immediately, because the incident just occured yesterday, but I imagined not being able to dress pretty on my special day."Good morning, my Kitten," Farrell's husky tone came at me, and I snapped out of my reverie.I turned to face him and he had a smile planted on his lips. He kissed me briefly on the neck before he started planting kisses on my neck."It sucks that I can't walk," I said, sighing deeply.He stopped kissing me and he looked at me with a smirk."I have hands, and you'll be my passenger princess for today," he said.I stopped myself from rolling my eyes at him because I feared what he would do. His temper was very quick— it switched from sunny to cloudy faster than a lightening bolt. "I want you, but I fear I'll hurt your feet more," he said, running his hands from my neck, through my cleavages