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Cathy very frustrated at this point agreed and stripped the rest of the way. As she lay on her back she told Pete that he needed to wear a condom. “I don’t need that crap Cathy, I’m just going to stick the head in and see how it feels”. Once again I suppressed my desire to toss this punk out the window and continued to watch. As he positioned himself between her legs, he reached up and grabbed her hands like in a loving display. He then forced his cock inside with no thought to find the wet spot, if she had one at that point. After a few strokes he started to grunt and pant. Cathy knew what was coming and started to wrestle herself from underneath him. Just as she got him out of her and on his back, he began to ejaculate semen all over himself. Cathy slapped him hard and told him ‘DON’T YOU EVER EVEN LOOK AT ME AGAIN”!!!! Pete murmured “that’s the way guys do it Cathy”. Cathy gathered her clothes and exited the room. Pete lay there for a minute stroking the rest of the cum from. The ceiling as it had done on countless occasions before spun in a sickly manner.There was no reason to continue this senseless existence any longer, Julie thought. From a rather plain looking bag she pulled a bottle of pills and with her last measure of scotch she swallowed the entire contents of the bottle.Waking from the most bizarre sleep she had ever endured and shaking her head to clear her mind Julie realized she was still alive. "FUCK, can't I do anything right?"Looking around her she realized she was no longer in her room. All around her were trees and in the distance she could hear the sound of a creek cascading over a small waterfall. It was still dark yet she could see quite well. She was still in her bed yet it was here in the open a road passed by just beyond the trees she could see it yet there was no traffic upon it. Julie at first thought she had been raped, but she felt her face and noticed that the dried cum from before was gone. She was reached down and inserted.
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