“I’m not quite sure, I heard a bang from the bathroom and when I came inside, he was standing there looking at his hand that was covered in blood,... I noticed that one of the tiles was smashed inwards and covered in blood, I can only assume either he tried to stop himself from falling…” Gulara interjected.“You don’t use a fist to stop yourself from falling.” She remarked.“…. Or he punched the tile.” Sue finished explaining.“How are things with you and Charles?” Gulara asked.“Things have been. Jenny used her own saliva mixed with my cum to diddle herself into a quaking cum soaked mess. Gail wasn't done. She straddled Jenny’ s sticky mouth, and ground her soaking pussy into her Jenny’ s chin and nose. Her cunt intent on harvesting the remainder of my seed from Jenny's mouth. My wife’s ass was beautiful, open and exposed in the flickering fire light. My cock was hard again and still slick from Jenny’ s mouth. I straddled Jenny’ s torso and slid with a little resistance into Gail. I'm sure you may ask: Why in the hell did I marry a nagging bitch and remained married to her?There is a good answer to that question. Alexander, our child. Today I must agree that a less wimpy man had immediately runaway from such relation, but my responsibility as father of the child did it impossible for me to take that step...However, a bad relation turned to even worse. In her younger days Madeleine had been a rather good swimmer and won a few District Championships. When her Swimmer Club. Dave Ritter was their rhythm guitarist while Tony “Far Out” Farquharson played tenor sax, alto sax, and recorder. He loved to wail when he had the chance and he was very good by my reckoning. The other members of the group not present were the drummer and the bass player.“So, what are you looking for, guys,” I asked as the introductions were made.“I want to move up my keyboard into something more versatile,” Juan said. “I’m pretty limited with what I can produce with my Roland.”“Okay, I can see.