Paul and I had been sitting around, watching basketballand drinking too much. My wife, Kim, occasionallywandered in and stayed for a while. Not so muc...h towatch the game, but to see how drunk I was getting.She’d been getting on me about my drinking and warnedme not to get trashed, but I was pretty gone. I don’teven remember who was playing, or which of the twoteams I was cheering-I just remember taking shots everytime they fouled, every time they missed a shot, andtwo for missing a. He didn't last long and I felt him swell and then he filled my ass. I have never had anyone cum in my ass before and it hurt then it eased up and I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom but they would not let me up and someone else slide right up my ass. I had taken so many loads in my mouth and had not gone to the bathroom since this all started that I was not sure how much more I could take. Just as the next load was getting fired up my ass I was thinking how I'm I going to get home and in. She needed to get rid of it before going into a supported living center. We went out to the barn to take a look. We threw open the barn doors. I saw a big, curved something under a canvas tarp. She helped me pull the tarp off. It looked like an Airstream! I slowly walked around the thing. It said "El Rey" on the nose. Boy, this thing was old! It was made in 1957 according to the plate near the door. She offered me the keys. I unlocked the door and pulled myself inside. It was cozy but it had. The cell tower was down. This was getting serious!I'd been fooling around with internet phones before I moved. I'd purchased a Skype account and had a headset with a microphone on my computer. I started calling around to get bloody anyone to answer. I got a fish market to pick up, just down the coast in Belfast. I asked him to call the Coasties as someone was trying to shoot my ass. He took down my Skype number and promised to call it in right away. Pretty soon I got an incoming call. It wasn't.