Don was an old Army buddy from Vietnam and we were both from Chicago so we became good friends in Vietnam. He got wounded once and I stayed with him a...l night replacing his bandages and guarding him until he could be Medivac out the next morning. Friends like that are hard to come by, so every few weeks or so we would have a few beers together. His dad owned a big machine tool company and Don said he would help me find a summer job. I met with Don’s dad and offered me a job helping an. We bundle her into the back seat and I stand back as he manipulates her into position, not failing to notice he gropes her privates, pulling her knickers to the side to expose her vagina, opening her legs and pushing his fingers inside.I stand-up outside looking through the window as he indecently touches her, making no effort to intervene, pretending to be ignorant and waiting to clamber into the passenger seat, where hopefully his little discretions now will encourage him to slip a hand over. . I am yours, Sir, fuck me any way you want!”Knowing that he now owned my wife at this point; he decided to torment her just a little more by dragging his cockhead up and down between her sopping wet pussy lips.“Please Sir, I beg you, give me your black cock”. She continued to plead.I could imagine the black bastard was enjoying the fact that he had broken her; now she was a married white slut really owned by a huge black cock. Dragging his cock through her pussy lips once more, he slapped her. “You’re awake,” Cooper chuckled when he saw me.“Are you kidding? You were still sawing logs while I ran ten klicks already,” I teased back.I don’t think he believed me until he saw my sweaty T-shirt. “Why would you run ten klicks?” he asked.“It gives my mind time to digest everything and the quiet lets me think about problems,” I replied. “It’s amazing how much wildlife is out there just before sunrise,” I said, motioning to the jungle beyond the outer perimeter of camp. “There’s even a jaguar.