And right now, I’m eating myself alive, I thought, and then I said, “Jaime, why are you always right?” With a laugh, Jaime said, “Because once... upon a time, I knew you better than you knew yourself. And even after twenty years, I still know you better than you know yourself.” Damn it. She was right, again. I sat in my easy chair, and asked the one question that had been on my mind for twenty two years. “Jaime, what happened between us? Why did you walk away?” There was silence from the phone.. .. she's watching him at her place." Hang on, Simon. My boss got one of the best neurosurgeons in the world on the way here. He'll be here any minute. She'll be in good hands. What happened?"He rubbed the tears from his cheeks."She was ... walking back from lunch. A cab ... the cabbie ... cops said he had a heart attack, jammed the accelerator, hit her just before she reached the curb. She ... she was thrown 30 feet through the air. She was ... she was ... so broken..."Just hearing the words,. He thought frequently about what his private investigator Bill Miller had told him that night about trust and marriage. He had just assumed that when he got rid of Susan that trusting someone else would be natural. It wasn't.As a fit and wealthy single man, finding dates hadn't been a problem. With the help of friends he was overrun with women looking to fill the hole Susan had left in his heart. Several of those had ended up in his bed. Two had even become serious monogamous relationships. The. Diana sprayed her whole face with spit. The make-up girl scraped up whatever missed with a teaspoon and fed it to Anne. The awful swallowing, over and over, again and again. When Anne finally opened her eyes she saw the make-up girl on her knees sucking her husband’s cock before spitting his spunk and her saliva into her open mouth.After five long hours of varied fucking the three huge ebony cocks deposited their impressive loads on her face and the ordeal was over, or so Anne thought. In.