I have worked there since the day I turned 18, just like my dad and granddad who are also welders. So how in the hell did I get sentenced to life in p...ison without the possibility of parole?My trial started at 3:00pm on November 27, 1983. It was a cold day with a nice frosty breeze. At the time I just didn't understand how cold it was going to get. I should have listened to my granddad. By the way my name is Hank Wilson, and today I am at my parole hearing. It's been 30 years to the day.Like I. It was definitely a blackcock/white pussy marathon that I shoulda seen or at least have known about. And I couldn't believe that hearing about all four of them doing her aroused me so much. I had to go to the john and jerk off to relieve the pressure. Listening to him brag about Charles fucking my wife's married white ass was the hottest thing I ever heard in my life. Even though I vowed never to forgive my wife for shutting me out like that, I actually did forgive her. In fact, I fucked her. I had to admit to myself that I found it all very exciting, yet forbidden too. I spent hours recalling the events I witnessed years ago which sent tingles down my spine,... the pleasant kind I might add. I came to the conclusion that Michael is just curious and that my own judgement may be off course. Knowing my past experiences still haunted me I brushed off his sudden curiosity as being normal,... and continued on with my motherly duties,... but with lingering thoughts. A few days had passed. She eventually stopped, and we slept like we normally did. That night was forgivable but she started to take advantage! I gave her a good sock in the arm after the 6th night of being used for a punching bag. "Meg, I don't like this, go to your bunk, jerk. Leave me alone." Ha, I made her cry! "NOO, I'll be nice... I’m sorry, you just don't understand" "Sure I do, dad told me all about how girls act weird when the start their period" It was the first time she ever hit me in the face." I'm so.