---I finished cleaning the bathroom without hearing another word from mywife. When I came out I found her in the kitchen preparing dinner."About the s...oes..." No need to say anything. Let's put it aside for now and focus ondinner. Ok?" Ok"---The wife is an excellent cook so dinner was a welcome diversion. Wemanaged to keep the conversation rolling with the aid of a great mealand a fine bottle of wine. When we were done, I started cleaning up. Notthat I didn't normally do this, but this time I. I claimed my two empty suitcases and retrieved my car from the parking garage. Once on the road I drove to my townhouse with the moon roof open. I felt good to be in my own car again, the smell of leather instead of plastic, my body held snuggly by the bucket seat, the sound of the wind rushing over the open space above my head. I cranked up the stereo’s volume in order to compete with the wind noise. It was a warm clear night. I had to fight the temptation to stare up at the stars. I pulled. It was kind of crowded for four people on a double bed, but with Jorge and I sucking in a 69 position and with Roger doing the same with his guy, we managed.After a while, though, I took a break from sucking on Jorge's beautiful cock and looked over at Roger and his partner. He was looking at me, too. I reached out with one hand to stroke his chest and he broke contact with his partner and leaned toward me. Soon, the four of us on our bed went one better than the people on the other bed and. Oleksandra never thought she could hear noises like that. Anastasiia spun around on the rope, her face turning red, spittle dripping from her mouth as soldiers took out their cameras, snapping pictures of the dying girl.Oleksandra looked at Sofiia, who watched Anastasiia's death with horrified fascination, her brown eyes taking in every detail as if she wanted to know everything about this simple method of death.Oleksandra tasted bile in her throat, but forced it down with effort of will. By.