She was the last.Karen looked in her mirrors and shifted the New Process truck four speed into first, bypassing “Grannie,” and headed south to the...cattle guard. She turned left on to Wolf Creek Road. Sally walked by the outhouse and waved ... I waved back.I heard the coal shovel loading the buckets ... pretty soon ... Sally went past again and I relaxed.“Ahh,”Maybe someday I’ll be able to shit in the presence of other people ... not today. I wiped, hitched up my belt and headed for the house.. ‘Where the hell am I?’ he wondered, blinking to help clear his vision. Memories came flooding back. This was Alicia’s apartment. ‘Alicia, where are you?’ he asked himself, anxiously, twisting his head around, searching. Another jagged pain shot through his befuddled brain, and he groaned with agony. ‘Alicia?’ he called out, in a panicky voice. He staggered to his feet, and lurched into the bedroom. There was no sign of the girl, but the wardrobe doors were wide open, and most of her clothes. She started to protest but the guy started massaging both her tits while making short strokes with his cock and I could see the pleasure on my wife’s face as her very sensitive nipples were played with and her pussy was being stretched like never before. She stopped protesting and just watched, along with all of us, as her hairy wet pussy swallowed more and more black cock. With a few more thrusts the black masseuse had buried the full length of his massive cock in my wife’s pussy and was. I already knew what she looked like nude, so it wasn’t hard to fill in the details as I looked at her shapely figure.I stared at Rosalin, amazed to have someone I rated as ‘famous’ and a celebrity sitting in my living room – and related to one of the women I loved ... and someone I’d wanted to fuck for the past decade since I got into Internet porn.Rosalin said in a low voice aimed mainly at me, “Pam doesn’t know.”In those three words, I realized I’d probably just precipitated a family crisis.