” “Did he tell you about this mistress?” “No, he never did. But I knew. A wife always knows. That’s why I put his picture in the paper with ...he obituary, so if by chance she saw it, she might come. I mean, for all I knew, he had lied to her about his name.” “Wait,” said Polly, “you wanted his mistress to come today?” “Yes,” said Kathy. “I wanted to thank her for giving me the best ten years of my life. For making my husband smile again, and making him happy again. I wanted to tell her that I. As he stood on one side, unbuttoning his waistcoat and breeches, her fat brawny thighs hung down, and the whole greasy landscape lay fairly open to my view; a wide open mouthed gap, overshaded with a grizzly bush, seemed held out like a beggar’s wallet for its provision.But I soon had my eyes called off by a more striking object that entirely engrossed them.Her sturdy stallion had now unbuttoned, and produced naked, stiff and erect, that wonderful machine, which I had never seen before, and. I had no idea how big his dick was, ten inches, twelve inches, I just don't know, but as I buried my nose into his pubic patch I knew it was all inside of me. He looked down at me lustily and whispered, "Suck it sugar, suck it like no bitch can." I did my best, making love to that beautiful ebony phallus with every ounce of strength.He sat down, just the top of his hard buns on the edge on the toilet, spread his legs wide open for me, placing one leg up on the toilet paper holder. I fell to all. Kept my pace. I walked up the driveway, through the walls of the house. Inside. Searching every room. So far, empty. No one home. I started feeling sad, worried, in the darkness it seemed as if some great bird had flown over and swept away what once lived here, with the shadow of its wing. But wait. Can you feel that? I entered the last bedroom on the left. There's an energy. So much life. The bedroom lights were off, and something lay lightly in the shadowed valleys of sheets on the bed, in.