There was no-oneelse around, not even a custodian or anyone else working for the church.Just me and the grave of my deceased mother."How are you, swee...ie?" I suddenly heard a voice behind me say. "Do youneed a hug?"As I turned around, I spotted a woman. She looked a lot like me. We hadthe same face, but she was just slightly taller (perhaps because she woreheels) and a lot older. But everything about her seemed familiar,recognisable, and it was like looking into a strange mirror. One thatshowed. Therefore, we produced a lot of broken ribs that were in danger of puncturing lungs. Generally, an attacker with a few broken ribs quickly withdrew from the fight, and another man moved in. Unfortunately for him, he was soon pummeled by stingers and had broken ribs to show for his efforts.The men who came at us with the chain were at a real disadvantage. The space available for them to operate forced them into overhand swings. That let us capture a chain as it wrapped around an arm and pull the. Only this time, I know it is my wife who's jacking Charlie off. It made it even more arousing.She stroked his cock gently. Her silky smooth fingers sliding up and down his seemingly growing cock. Her white hands contrasted against its blackness. I felt myself stroking my own cock.Charlie was leaning back on his elbows just enough so he could watch Susan. I heard him moaning as she continued stroking.I clicked a photo with my phone. I had to have a picture of her small hands wrapped around that. Open...than I've ever been.I do love you. And I do believe you love me. Watch the video in the dropbox. Maybe this is enough for you to understand where I'm coming from...or not.Love,Marcie.PS: I saw your email. I don't think you do get it. Not yet. But you will. Me too. I got it tonight!"SHIT! Shitshitshitshit! I swore at the room. This was not good.Marcie!Resigned to my fate, I sighed and shook my head. What else could I do at this point. I brought my computer over to my bed, set it on my.