If things DID work out, I’d be married to the woman who I thought was my soulmate. And if she wasn’t a lesbian, it would already be a done deal. I...t was enough for me to want to shake my fist at God, but I couldn’t do that as the blame did not lie with Him, but with me. And it was up to me to solve the problem, and live with the consequences of my choices. And that meant I had to do SOMETHING.There were other challenges as well — Kimiko had at least five years of education remaining, if she was. ." Merry said, and interrupted herself, remembering where she was and she turned sheepishly to my mother, and corrected herself. "I mean, may I, Mommy?"My mother smiled and said, "Sure, Merry. We'll be having dinner at six. Can you be back by five so you can help with the salad?" That won't be a problem, Mrs. Cummings," Kristen answered. "Are there any groceries or anything that you would like me to pick up?"My mother looked a bit taken aback. "I... um... it never even occurred to me that. I had no intention of letting him mount me in the public park, but he had his own ideas and he tried to mount me. This then had my mind racing with the idea of a stray dog hung like a horse wanting to fuck me. I did not have a chance to think anymore because it was too late he had found my pussy and was ramming his huge cock deep into my wet pussy.He was ramming it in as hard and fast as he could, I was cumming again and again, this must of lasted for 20 minutes or more. I must of come about 10. The second possibility was more likely to my thinking. I began to wonderif Joyce was really dead. Sure, a prostitute had been found dead withJoyce's identification, but how closely did the police check suchthings? She was a person of no importance, plying a dangerous trade.Prostitutes turned up dead for any number of reasons. The combination ofsex and drugs was often lethal, and the police had too many crimesinvolving solid citizens to worry too much about the death of a whore.Could Joyce have.