She then saw roger. Roger wasn't in a good mood. Later on Roger had Sandy and Ann along with the men that still lived after the mele at Roger's home. ... Ann you turned my wife into a whore. I loved her till you made her a whore. I suppose that she would have eventually became one anyway but it was you who started her on the road...why? because you wanted her to be as slimy and a cum bucket just like you. I guess there is a lot to the old saying that misery loves company. Why dod you have to make. We’d both put on light jackets since the temperature was in the upper 30’s, but having lived in Chicago for three years, I was used to it, and Madison was even colder during the winter so Bethany was used to it as well. I lit my pipe and took a couple of drags from it, then sat down in one of the chairs by the table, setting down my glass.“You looked like you were enjoying yourself!” Bethany said.“Can I ask you a question?” I said, and took a long drag from my pipe.“Sure.”I blew the smoke out. The roar of the bike’s exhaust echoed off the still, dark trees, moss hanging off their branches. The lights of his destination appeared ahead on his left. He swung the bike into the gravel parking lot and rolled to a stop among several other machines. Loud country rock music spilled out into the parking lot. He kicked the kickstand, switched off the engine, lit a cigarette, and sat, listening to the music and the ticking of the engine as it cooled. Two buildings sat off the highway, the run. I decided to try it out, was wearing a t shirt and shorts and decided to strip down to my boxers,I had plenty of condoms but i did'nt want to make her delicious smelling cunt smelling like a used propillactic plus i wanted to feel every inch of her! And if I impregnated her,her or my brother would never know whos k** it really is! I got on the couch again slowly and knelt down between her legs I was still shaky but still hard as a rock she didn't budge, my cock was bulging through my boxers and.