He produced a bottle of cold water and handed it to Jeremiah; telling him to see if the young lady was thirsty. I started asking him about his job and... he said we could go inside and he would show me some others pictures.So we spent at least twenty minutes flipping through albums.When we went out again, I could see my slutty sexy wife leaning over the hood, with her short tight dress pulled up to her waist.The lucky bastard Jeremiah was ramming his black cock into her wet cunt from behind. Lewis. She didn’t tell me anything other a wicked smile. I just had that regret in me. I didn’t speak any anything. It continued for another week. One day I was sitting in the living room and reading newspaper and she came with her kid. And sat on the opposite couch and breastfeeding.Slowly she removed the blouse. Damn. Now I could see both her breasts. I gues she could see the bulge in my shorts. Kid was feeding on one and the milk started dripping from the other. That was totally awesome. I felt. It was a head on collision with a car that crossed the centerline. The only thing is that they never found the driver of the other car.”“My mom didn’t attend the funeral and she had him buried in an unmarked grave off to the edge of the town cemetery. She said that he is buried by a mess of bushes in the dog walking area so he can be pissed on daily.”“She also told me that they had been trying to find me, but were unsuccessful and after a year they called the search off and were gathering today. And her nipples were nicely poking out the front, either from the dancing, the friction, or me.I was pretty sure that Linda had seen us on the floor dancing, because when they took the stage again she told the audience it was time to take it down a notch, and the floor lights dimmed. Gloria slipped into my arms as they started “Let’s Get It On”, Paul doing a good Marvin Gaye rendition. We pressed tightly together, and her firm body felt lovely pressed against mine. And surely she could feel my.