I stood there, two feet in front of them, and watched her moist red lips gently touch the stained, grimy fingers of his left hand. He moved his right hand over her gown to cup her breast and squeeze it. Again the thought of my Lisa giving herself like this, with these intimate expressions of love...giving her mouth and her breasts to this foul smelling, arrogant, filthy bastard made me want to kill him. At the same time my c**k was painfully rigid.
As he crossed to the bed, Silk untied his robe and shrugged it off his shoulders. He stretched out on the bed and propped two pillows behind his head. His body was emaciated, his ribs showing clearly under his sallow, skin. The rust colored raised warts were everywhere. The soiled foul smelling sheets were gray and so were the pillows.
