He laughed and nodded; so he pulled off at the next exit.We swapped places again; but this time Ana ordered me to turn around and look forward in the ...ighway, without sneaking back.So, I was not allowed to watch as a black man fucked my sensual wife in the back seat of my own car.Between sobbing and moans, Ana was able to tell me that she was not going to Camilla’s house; so she ordered me to turn around and get back home….I drove back for just over an hour to get home.Anson fucked my sexy Ana. There was plenty of the big 3 from Dreamland: ribs, baked beans and white bread. (Note: if you're ever in either Tuscaloosa or Birmingham, a trip to Dreamland would be well worth your time and effort. The best ribs in the world! All the CBS and ESPN sports broadcast folks regularly go there when in town to do an Alabama game). In addition, the Plyers also had a mountain of Panera Bread's strawberry-chicken salad and a variety of bagels and cream cheeses.There was a good mix of Kaleigh's friends. It was part pity- and something else. Whatever it was, it was making her wet. REALLYwet. Here in her arms was the man she had slept with for the past 8years, whom she had been the pretty wife to and done what she was told.And now he was begging her JUST to sit in the front seat. GOD, that feltgood.She did not say anything as she slowly closed the door and carried himaround to the passenger side of the car. She unlocked the door andcarefully set her husband on the seat. Without a word, she. You are lying in bed. You feel warm and comfortable, though a little numb. You look around. You are in a small square room with lavender walls and white ceiling tiles. Dust motes float in the air above you, illuminated by the beam of sunlight falling across the bed from the open window to your right. You don't know where you are. You don't remember how you got here.You try to sit up, but your arms are too weak. You rest your head on the pillow, trying to remember what happened to you. Your hand.