As I got out of his car I told him don’t ever call me, or come over here again. You will never see this cunt again asshole. Of course he tried calli...ng me, but I would never talk to him. MItch saw him in the spring and warned him to never talk to me again.”I leaned over and kissed her lips lightly. “Well, I won’t ever call you that, nor use the word, and your needs will always outweigh mine.”“You are so sweet Tim. You already proved that my needs come before yours. And, to answer the million. “Sure, Sis, come on in. What can I do to help you?”As I expected, he was at his computer looking at porn, so I sat on the edge of his bed. He turned around and had a serious look on his face. That was encouraging, so I launched into my tale of woe. I told him how my dreams had morphed into these terrible nightmares in which I seemed to be on the verge of dying at any minute. I described the recent nightmares in detail, and I explained how I could not tell when I was dreaming and when I was. I drove a block or so and parked again and knelt on the floor to suck and lick the trucker's cum from my slut wife's cunt. My reward.But I wanted more. Much more. I needed her to tell me how much she'd liked the Montana Meat Packer's cock. How much bigger his cock was than mine and that she would be fucking him again. And I needed to fuck her well-used pussy with my raging hard-on. What I got was the sound of her delicate snore. She was exhausted and had passed out.I was frustrated, to say the. We waved and acted like we were going to get them to pull alongside just to scare Chase and Rachel.Then we decided to try the whipped cream idea we saw on MTV. We rolled dice to see who all would have to make whipped cream bathing suits. We decided that the three worst rolls would have to go below and come back up with nothing on but whipped cream bikinis/bathing suits. Brittany lost again! That was so funny and we all laughed hysterically. Brittany, Kelli and Chip had all rolled the worst dice.