’ He smiled back. ‘That’s not an ordinary nightmare.’ He didn’t tell her that he had dreams about that night as well. They were torture for ...im because nearly every time, in his dreams, Connie died. Sometimes she’d been thrown from the car, in others, she had a punctured lung after the airbag exploded and broke her ribs, there were more instances, and he awoke from every one in a cold sweat. She sighed. ‘Anyway, that’s why I’m still up. I know I’ll be exhausted tomorrow, but I can’t help it. I. Get the vodka and make us four screwdrivers." I shuddered as I scurried from the room to do as I was told, unhappily aware of how weak I appeared in my underpants, and how they showed off the smallness of my dick, just as the other husband's shorts did for his. It seemed unreal that my wife was very close to going to bed with a strange man. All I could think of was that it would all turn out to be an elaborate trick to manipulate me into giving her something she wanted. But no, I found when I. There was three other older white guys standing around watching, with their pants down and they had their peckers out. From the sound of it mom was plenty wet and this man was really giving it to her. Mom seemed to be very drunk. Watching her boobs giggle and the sound of skin slapping together was really making my pussy ache for some cock. I could smell sex in the air, mostly mom's pussy. About that time the man threw his head back and arched his back and he sighed real big. Then he pulled out. ” She attacked again tickling my ribs, she knew I was helpless when she did that and this time she wasn’t going to let up easily. I quickly lost any of strength I’d had left and collapsed back onto the grass. This time I was spent, sweat was running off my forehead into my eyes and once more I was breathless. I lay motionless and looked at Steph through a haze of tears and sweat. I could make out her dishevelled hair in the sunlight and could see her shoulders rising and falling with her deep.