I should be expecting a move from you to remember the ‘good ol’ times’”“You are right, Sam. I still like Norman and, somehow, I can’t stop...thinking how envy of you I am by having him as your husband. Sometimes, I just wish to be the luck you have to find someone like him, but Norman is still the man of my life, my soulmate. And I am sorry if I wanted to be between you and him, I don’t want my selfishness to burden your relationship with Norman. I do care about him a lot to let his life be a. "I was just going to ask you when you were coming to see me" he said,his voice much quieter now. Just a few feet away the van in front movedagain and turned into the field, the road ahead finally clear."I, I have to go," I babbled again.(It's weird that when you are brought up with manners instilled into youby your parents, it is difficult to break them even when you are in aposition like this.)I paused and he came right up to my window peering into the car."I've got to go," I prattled in. The look on her face actually made me blush. Shit. Back at home, alone, I was at a loss. I actually considered getting drunk, which was something I'd not done for years.My thoughts were stopped by my doorbell.At the door was Candice, mother of Alison. She was the oldest of the three woman, a light milk-coffee -colored gorgeous woman in her thirties. In high heels and tight skirt. And when she moved her weight from one leg to another I was sure that she was not wearing a bra."Aren't you going to. Again, another guy dove into her pussy without hesitation, care, or concern. "Fuck! Waitgoddamnit! Oh oh oh uhuhuh ungh ungh uh uh yeah fuck. I need water! Uhuhuhuh" as she continued to grunt a guy threw a glass of water in her face. I chuckled. She was getting used like a filthy whore. This guy was slamming her snatch as hard as he could. The guy after him used both thumbs to open her asshole while holding her hips. The guy after him crammed his entire dick in her ass without concern. She.