Dori came over and sat by my side, kissed me with Richard’s cock partially in me, and said, “You can do this baby, just work it slowly. Just relax...and go slowly." She gently pushed my shoulders down, forcing me down on Richard, forcing him further into my tight pussy.“Oh shit, he’s going into me.” I raised and lowered myself slowly at Dori’s encouragement, I raised up and lowered myself repeatedly,taking a half an inch deeper with each cycle. After a doze or more 'cycles', I glanced over at the. In fact, I received several and a link to her ‘cloud’ account. I opened the emails first. There were images of my wife in what I can only describe as surrounded by cock, black and white and all belonging to much younger men grinning as they fucked her every hole and spurted jets of cum over her face, tits and body. She looked at the camera in some of the images and looked like the dirty little slut she really is, enjoying every moment. In one image she was impaled on the most enormous black. As he stepped out the door, he happened to see Tracey headed toward the bus."Tracey, wait up for a second," he called to her as he ran to catch up with her."Hi Allen, I've got to hurry or I'll miss the bus," she told him when he got close to her."I was wondering if I could give you a ride home," Allen told her. The girl took a deep breath before she shook her head no."I can't," she told him as she began climbing on the bus. "I'm going to go home with Lindsay, we're going to do our homework. We need to beourselves." I am myself, and I'm not going back to being a girl," Mark yelled backat me and we got into a shouting match and Jackie ran in."What's going on?" Melissa is saying that she's going back to being a boy," Mark told her."Melissa," Jackie said looking at me, "let's talk."We went back to my room. "Is this what you want?" Jackie asked me."It doesn't matter what I want, does it? We have to get back to reality.We're going to our parent's funeral. I'm not going to disrespect.