They were buying the “vengeful husband” act.I nodded. “She shouldn’t be my fucking problem. But those are my children and they need their moth...r. She’s still acting like it. Hell, you should appreciate that; if she hadn’t stopped you from hitting them, you’d be dead already.”On my right, Cueball shook his head “You gotta buy her out. Bitches get gangbanged in and bought out.” He said it like “Bitch” was some kind of title.I finally turned so he could get the full effect. And grinned – I knew. She kept silent. Probably, my fingers were not hurting her any more. Up and down, up and down went my fingers. Now, off and on, the oil in her asshole was making squelching noises as I moved my hand. “Are you all right?” I asked her. “Tell me if it hurts.” She did not respond. Enough of finger-fucking, I thought. Now I wanted my boy to have a taste of her warm asshole. I withdrew my fingers. I raised myself on my knees and whisked off my lungi. I pulled down my underwear and took out my dick.. But I don’t know. I suppose I have to accept you did what you believed was the right thing.’ ‘Thank you.’ ‘Oh crap. I’m been mean. I accept you did what you thought was right.’ ‘Thanks.’ ‘May we have sex tonight?’ ‘Hey, hey. Slow down. We’ve just met. Actually the truth is we’ve never been formally introduced.’ ‘Well we know why, don’t we?’ ‘Let’s not go back there.’ ‘Yes, I want you to come to their graves as so as your folk have greeted you. At the gravesite I want to cry in your arms and. Being a foot fetishist was something he kept private.Mrs. Salazar lay on the a mat set in front of the television. Her legs were bent at the knees, her feet flat on the ground. Tyler licked his lips and wrapped his hands around Mrs. Salazar's ankles. She placed her hands behind her head and proceeded to do crunches. "So, what brings you by?" she asked, continuing to do her sit-ups."I was looking for Kimberly." he said, eyes on her tanned feet. He studied her polishless feet, admiring them..