He gives me the jar. He leaves.I'm all about this jar. I open it. It still smells fresh. I stick my finger in and taste it. Oh god it's fucking great.... I'm hard. My cock and balls are too sore to jack off. Oh god damn I got to play a little bit. Oh no it hurts.I'll leave it alone. I'm thirsty and hungry. I eat and drink. it's been about 40 hours. As soon as I'm done, I pass out and sleep most of the day. Right there in my chair naked.I sleep all day and all night till the next morning. I wake up. Holding Tarren here in his dreams was more agony than he had thought possible. Her fingers kneaded his chest softly as she pushed herself up from him. Her smile was slow and luxurious, and as he watched her the tidal wave of pain that he had felt receded … to be replaced by something else. He and Tarren had always loved each other. They had grown up together, here in Doshenvale, childhood sweethearts. He had loved her as deeply as life itself, and had never desired any other woman. When she had. Especially the black ones. I stuck my cock in her. She was sooo loose. I fucked her a good 45 minutes and we came together. I asked her if she was sore from all that sex and she said no. WOWSaturdayI didn't sleep much Friday night. So much going through my mind. Woke up with a hard on. My wife had fucked four other men and I found her more attractive and desirable than ever. I got her coffee and we laid in bed. It was 9:30or so. I sucked on her tits and she was getting really turned on. Her. She has great ambition, hey and good for her. But people like her have that ambition at the expense of others. I have seen her rid herself of people who upset her, or are a threat, and it looks like it’s my turn at the moment. Hey guys don’t feel sorry for the writer of this piece I am not writing this entry for a sympathy vote although if you can empathise with me that would be great. I am, however, just trying to work out why someone like me, who is the most uncompetitive person can, all her.