I told him of my ailing husband and his long recovery. I told him of the affect that his illness had on our daughter who was sixteen and had been putt...ng on weight because she ate when she was worried. As we left the coffee shop, he walked to my car with me. He took my hand as I got in and smiled. ‘You’re husband will be fine in about a month,’ he said. ‘He’s a lot stronger now and you’ll see a big difference in him when you get home.’ ‘How could you possibly know that?’ I asked. ‘I’ve had a. My choices were poor to begin with. I started my Sunday with Mimosas, graduated to Vodka Gimlets, hit the bong and tuned in to my favorite porn fantasy. As my husband is no longer paying much physical attention to me, my porn has been a much needed release. My main fantasy involves a white girl making love to huge black man who deeply seeds her fertile pussy. If anything, I should be surprised I had not hooked up with Juan long ago. This eventful Sunday I roll out into my yard early in the. ”“Then do it on my face,” she told me.I had never given a girl a facial, and the thought of it excited me. She started to jack me off over her face. “Ah shit,” I moaned as I started to cum. I let off a four roper right on her face, covering it in my semen. She licked some off of her lips and swallowed it.“Now fuck me,” she commanded. At that moment, in the heat of passion, I did something I had always wanted to do. I picked her up off the floor and placed her over my dick. I slowly dropped her. I often bought lithium battery packs just in case I ever needed them. It looked as though the time had come to use them. I had to attach wiring to make the batteries interchangeable with the scooter’s controller.I used cheap dollar store extension cords for the purpose. One cheap cord provided the ends and wire used to transfer the power from the battery pack to a controller. Another cheap cord provided the power from the controller to the motor itself. After the extra battery packs, I loaded.