I like to think of you, naked, holding me as we share a tender kiss. I like to think of you, naked, quiet, a faint smile on your lips, cuddling me as...you sleep. We were sitting at that little cafe table, talking. It was the first time we had met face to face. For some reason, we had agreed when we planned this meeting that we would not touch each other, even to shake hands, until we had finished our first cup of coffee together.We've always been truthful, from the first time we wrote to each. An elderly couple found me and called 911. I had multiple internal injuries including a lacerated spleen and bruised kidneys, fractured ribs, severe concussion, bruised femur and a broken arm, just to name a few.My destination was a table toward the rear of the bar where the three men who beat me sat. The fourth person at the table was my soon to be ex-wife. Needless to say I was none too thrilled to be this close to any of them.The biggest goon at the table, Reginald (he hated be called. He had a look of lust on his face I'd never seen from a man. I reached down and ran my nails softly up and down his cock which had him moaning immediately. He took me and made me lay down on the couch and got down on his knees. One thing I noticed is how quickly I opened up my legs for him to get to my sweet spot. Normally that took some work for my husband. He leaned down and ran his tongue from the bottom of my opening right to my clit and I thought was going to jump through the roof. . ”Louise scrunched up her face like she always did when she thought and said, “Let’s take it all to the donation container at the store.”I was glad my plan worked and suggested, “Even your mattress?”Louise smiled and said, “Especially the mattress, it has been with me since before Linda’s father.”Michael unfortunately asked, “Is that blood on the mattress?”Louise was brave when she answered, “It’s not just blood, it’s my blood.”I could tell by the location of the blood that it wasn’t from a.