He began to really fuck her. His big balls slapping against her ass. A loud squelching sound coming from between their legs. Her moans. His grunts. An... I couldnt look away. After fucking her hard like that for about ten minutes, he had her on the verge of cumming again. He pulled out most of the way, then tilted his dick inside her. He started to take short thrusts inside her. Quick short jabs and she came like a hurricane. She was thrashing on the bed. I knew my wife, I knew she wasnt faking. I got off the damn bus while cursing the ticket agent in Columbia and spotted one of those gas stations from the 20's with only a bench outside. I looked at the windows and saw a sign that said "Open 6 AM until 9 PM, so I rolled up my Madonna T shirt ,placed it under my head and went to sleep, next thing I knew a Caddy pulled up with 2 black guy's(very studly looking,) one female who was very flat chested. They told me "Are you crazy you can't sleep here you'll get into some trouble. I hopped. On the one hand, she made it clear she was in a relationship. On the other hand, she wanted to see me and she said she trusted me.Finally, of course, there was her reference to “briny oyster”. I’ll confess, it’s been over twenty years since I last had oysters, so the reference was lost on me.My second error, about short and sweet? Hadn’t she set the record straight, saying she was tall and salty.I’ll skip details of the mental gymnastics over the next twenty hours or so, as I tried to get my. The parking lot was empty. She looked at her phone. It was dead, “Damn!” She looked towards the street, “I know I’m not that late.”She waited at least ten minutes before she found herself crossing the parking lot. That’s when a car pulled up, “Hey, Mrs. T.”Lisa’s last name was Stevens. Mrs. T was what some of the boys called her, but rarely to her face. She was told once a few years back that it stood for ‘Trouble’, but Lisa knew what it really stood for, ‘Tits’. Bold of them to call her that.