It felt like I stared at her for minutes, but really only seconds, before I walked over to her and said “Hi.” She responded with the usual, “Can...I help you find something.” Hearing her beautiful, soft voice and the fact that all the store employees dress in a uni sex fashion, did nothing to tell me if she was a he, or if he was a she. Like I said, it didn’t matter, she was beautiful, but my brain tried to process it, tried to reason it all out. I asked for her phone number, but she only gave me. We discussed it like adults, and the more I swelled as the pregnancy developed, the more excited the strangers he brought back to fuck me got, with the final fuck the night before I went into labour, I was convince my son would have a black eye when he emerged from me, but by then, I was hooked and my husband had the perfect wife, a beautiful and willing woman, to excite and fuck in the manner that pleased him, giving men blow-jobs and hand-jobs in the back of the car, as he drove blissfully. I could see her try to fuck up at him, but he had her so that she couldn’t move.He asked her. “You like my cock in your cunt don’t you?”Pam hates foul language and she particularly dislikes the word cunt. She doesn’t even let me use the word fuck and she always refers to our copulating as ‘Making love.”She looked at him with distain and refused to speak.“Say it slut, Say ‘I love your cock in my cunt Dave.’ Say it or I won’t fuck you ever again.”I saw something flicker in her eyes. He asked her.. I think a lot of our questions will be answered!" and I moved to the box and found a set of keys resting on it. The first Items in the box were letters to Jerri and me respectively.Dear Bob, If you are reading this, I am dead and you are the heir and trustee to my estate. I picked you because I know you will be fair and follow my limited instructions to the best of your ability.Robert, my brother, is not a nice person but he is family and I have avoided turning him over to the police because of.