According to the GPS, I would need to take a subway to the city centre and the supermarket was around 5 minutes of walk from the city centre subway st...tion.The weather was beautiful as I walked by rows of houses and towards the subway station. Birds were chirping and people were passing by with smiles on their faces probably basking in the sunlight. The trees were dancing with the rhythm of the wind. Leaves gently fell on the street just to be swept away by the breeze passing by. The day felt. That cheating married bitch was a real slut; a bitch that I had fucked sometimes; a bitch that had got her husband become a cuckold…After checking out several pictures, I clicked on the link, watching a video showing Helena sitting naked in front of the camera, saying her name and how she loved to be a slut for black cock. Two huge endowed black men appeared in the scene; so, Helena went on her knees and started alternating her hot wet mouth to suck on both massive black cocks.I noticed. It was basically a small steel cage which could barely hold the forty or so girls and women who waited there. Apparently, it was okay to talk in there because everybody chitchatted eagerly with each other."Oh Trine, I am so sorry Lou screwed this up!" smiled Mrs. Malcolm and hugged Trine."The bastard! How could he be this thoughtless?" added Christina and also hugged Trine. Trine nodded in agreement, too furious to speak."Perhaps he can fix something once we're at the cookout?" suggested Mrs.. . there’s always a but ... the tire tracks in the snow left by the logging truck didn’t turn and I was confused. Log truck drivers travel this road at least twice a day and they know where they are. And of course it was slippery ... really slippery. When I realized that I was supposed to make a sharp left it was too late.I’ll admit I tried ... maybe I shouldn’t have ... but survival took over even if it was too late.On first graze the frame, engine and running gear slicked off like someone was.