I think everybody does. Why don’t you just go there, like we did, and video her, like I did you?”“Because we want to do it together and we want ...he video to watch whenever we want.”We left it like that. We went to a new motel. We have to keep moving around to be safe. We fucked each other’s brains out. It was particularly good as I thought about what might happen with Joyce.I knew Joyce of course. I’d met her a number of times when she was with Sandy. She was no Venus deMilo but still. The woman just stared for a moment then got up on shaky legs and came around the desk. She fell to her knees between my wife's legs and leaned forward, sticking her tongue deep into my wife’s cunt. My wife held the woman’s head in place for a few moments then pulled her away. She then stood and took off her blouse and skirt. Laying on her back on the woman’s desk, she spread her legs wide and invited the woman to help herself, which she did.If there has been anyone in the library at the. Although I really had a good orgasm watching this black man do a pretty white woman. I just could not imagine two like that as Zack always talked about.A knock on my door, I went to peek at the person through the security hole. It was a stunning older woman. I opened the door, and this mysterious woman introduced herself. Her hand out, she said, "Hi, Anne, I am Sheila, one of Zack's 'girls.' I understand you are one also. Zack sent me to see if there was anything you need, as his time is. He wondered, one last time, if writing the letter had been the right thing to do - would Beccy find it a comfort or a torment in the days to come? He shrugged to himself, it was too late to worry about it now. On impulse, he pulled his mobile from the pile of discarded clothes, and hit the autodial. As always, the phone was turned off, so he left a message. Unlike the usual begging messages he left for Marcus, this one was to be the final one, his last words in this world. When he had finished.