There was a Snapchat message. I didn't even know he had Snapchat! And who was sending him pics while we were on our anniversary holiday? I unlocked th...e phone and looked at it. It was an extremely graphic picture of a huge black cock behind a girl on all fours. The text banner read, "This is how I like to get fucked! A real man with a big, black cock." I didn't know what the fuck that meant, but I was so angry I could barely breathe! I immediately went looking for his browser history. I never. " Naw, they got here all right. The sheriff just shot one of the men. I broke the sheriff's back it looks like. Now you better send a doc over here. I don't know how to move anybody with a hurt back." Oh dear. Never a dull moment around you, is there? I'll send Doc Walsh. My name is Mildred, by the way." Well, I am very glad to meet you, Mildred. I got to go to court now. The other ambulance man is goin to stay here. He ain't been shot." Just then there was the sound of another gunshot, then. It felt really weird with 'my' skirt flapping around, 'my' boobs bobbing around and the blonde tresses of 'my' hair swirling behind my head. Although underneath I wore my regular Lycra(r) shorts under the skirt I still felt exposed.We passed assorted Batmen, doctors, nurses, cowboys, policemen etc, everyone had made an effort to look good. The more serious, un-costumed, competitors would start after us on two laps of a ten mile circuit so that we would just start the second lap as the first. I selected a bottle and then decided that I would use the secret passage to get back to the garage because it was quicker. Now, I don't know whether it is me, or whether everyone can trip over something that isn't there, but I opened the door to the passage, and then decided that since he still had the boys at home two bottles would be a good idea. So I went and picked up a second bottle, and as I returned to the opening I tripped over my own feet. I mean, clumsy or what? I cannoned into the.