The man had been sitting alone at a back table when Tom entered and had moved to the bar beside him."Randy Barrett," he said offering his hand and mot...oning to the table."Well... sure, I guess. I'm Tom Willis," said Tom, holding out his good hand."I heard about what happened to you and your wife. Ramon Vasquez is one tough hombre," stated the stranger as they sat at a back table. "You're probably lucky just to be sitting here right now. A lot of men would have been buzzard bait by now."Tom. He's no better than Karen. Maybe they deserve each other." He thought for a second and then picked up the phone and dialed."Hello," a woman's voice answered after two rings."Hello, is this Mrs. Sara Belsen?" asked Jack, resolve tightening his voice."Yes, it is - who's calling please?" she answered hesitantly."Mrs. Belsen, my name is Jack Bell, my wife is Karen Bell and she is employed at TCM Industries, where I believe your husband works."In the space of a heartbeat, Sara Bell had all of her. I sat down on his bed, and slowly ate away at my food, glancing around his room, looking at his stuff.Lochy had a very spiritual room, if that makes sense. It was huge! But filled with incense, small statues, good luck charms and such. Very colourful and vibrant.Some people would think it belonged to ah Hippie, but that's a bit of a stereotype.I downed the rest of my pie and layed back onto his bed, remembering the feeling of his cock plunging deep into my sore ass.I lifted my legs like as if. We lived near the New Hampshire Mountains with fresh air to breath. My day followed a pattern from getting up predawn. First, I would step outside into the hot tub warm summer and winter, it did not matter. I would spend close to an hour meditating in the warmth, then shower and get ready for a day of professional work. Michele sometimes joined me if she needed a cock fix and fill with seed, our relationship was self-fulfilling both respecting each others sexual needs. My niece Kristy was in.