Any stories he could tell of bizarre espionage operations would be written off as the fever dreams of a dying alcoholic.But I watched him sleep, and h...ard him talking to his Josephine, pleading, begging her not to die this time, as he relived his nightmare over and over.For months I ignored it, maintained my distance, and maintained that precious gap between us.I was weak. In the end, it turned out that actually watching a basically good man destroy himself with drugs and alcohol is more. When we got back I washed my hand twice in the lady's room."Why does dog crap smell so fucking bad?" I asked no one in particular. No one had an answer, so Wendy and I left. "We went outside where Wendy climbed into the TV station's station wagon. She left with just a nod and a handshake, since no one knew she was a woman with lesbian tendencies.After that night things turned deadly, deadly boring that was. Domestic calls, minor break ins, fights now and then on a Saturday night. We even had a. He sucks while his cum is leaking out of his girl’s freshly plowed ass and begins to harden again. She continues to suck him until he is rock hard and ready to shoot another load.Daddy wants to throat fuck her again so he tells his girl to get on her back and hang her head over the edge of the bed. Daddy doesn’t want to hurt his girl so he’s gentle at first, until she can handle the entire length of his cock. The excitement is unbearable and the anticipation of daddy’s hot cum in her throat. Straight away, it feltodd, and he started, thinking maybe he was really ill, or he'd followedthrough or something, but the feeling quickly passed, even if he stillfelt gassy, and he went back to the TV. It was less than a minute laterwhen Jake felt the need to break wind again, and as he did, he felt theodd sensation return. It was like a sudden shock of pins and needlesaround his butt, which faded almost as quickly as it started.Shrugging, he went back to the TV. The third time it happened,.