She wasn’t drunk – hadn’t even had a glass of wine. She was devastated and couldn’t even manage to get out of the car. I was leaning into the ...ar trying to comfort her with the girls around me. We were all trying to ask her what had happened.She got control of herself enough to say, “I told Myron about me – my past. He wasn’t happy. He walked out of the restaurant where we’d met. I followed him and tried to explain, but he was gone.” The wracking sobs returned.I wrapped Lisa in my arms and. Michelle was lying on her stomach on the rug in front of our fireplace while Steve grunted away at her. He was reaching under her and squeezing her tits, she loves that, as he fucked her. Michelle was just lying there taking it. She was pumping her ass into him with each stroke. It wasn't wild and crazy like you always hear about from cheaters. It wasn't energetic or gymnastic. It was just a man fucking a woman." I think that realistically, that hurt me more than anything else. If they'd been. We were in constant contact, so much that I was embarrassed to be holding my mothers sweaty small hand constantly, so I removed it and would wrap my arm about her shoulders or place my hand on her mid-thigh. All innocently, of course. Mother seemed to enjoy these new touches more so than holding hands.A year ago she would have yelled from the top of the stairs for me to turn this type of music off - now, after several drinks, she was wiggling in the bench seat next to me, constantly looking at. So i was driving my blue 1992 Mitsubishi 3000gt to the autozone in Weymouth Massachusetts,i park outside then head inside to pick up a part for my mom's car. Has i'm heading back to my car a white red headed woman standing at least 5'6 tall carrying a 1 gallon Poland spring water jug and a small purse waves at me from a distance of 20 feet,i wave back to her and she walks towards my car asking for a ride toward Dorchester to see her friend.I say sure yes and we both hop in my car and drive.