Your letters were all about you being mad, and about how you were wanting to show everyone that you were going to continue being like you had been. I ...just felt bad when I read them." I felt bad when I was writing them to you. You wouldn't believe what it was like living over there. There was only one small bathroom for four families in our building. It was downstairs from where we were, and the water only ran for a few hours every day. I was lucky to get either a shower or a bath once a week.. I decided to be on my best behavior, didn’t want to get Jake all hot and bothered in front of his friend. They showed up about eight and I invited them in and had them sit on the sofa. I made all of us a drink and after I gave them out, Jeff pulled me down between them on the sofa. I protested and tried to get back up, but Jeff insisted I stay where I was, I didn’t want to cause a scene, so I stayed.We all drank our drinks and when I was getting up to take the empty glasses, Jeff pulled me back. I slid in behind Tanya and buried my face in her wet pussy and hard clit. I think she probably came two or three times while I was back there she was absolutely wet and trembling. I tongue fucked her as hard as I could while trying to be not distracted by the slurping and moaning sounds coming from in front of me. It’s time at this point to fuck my wife and fuck her hard. She has put so much effort into this I want her to experience pleasure she has never felt before. As I stood up all I. It was also the sweater I had worn to the Cop Out. I was still in the soiled panties as well. Even I knew it was time for a shower and clean clothes.My cell phone played that stupid song right in the middle of my shower. If I didn't remember to have Lucas fix that damn phone soon, it was going to find itself in the city sewer system one day. I was pretty sure it wouldn't get down my cabin's plumbing, but it would fit down the toilet at Ed's converted service station for sure. The phone had gone.