I didn't really think that. It had to be her. She was alive and living somewhere nearby, I assumed. Mary Simpson was alive and, if I could find her, I...could find out what had happened to her. All this was going through my mind as I backtracked through the mall, looking in each store on each side of the passage. It was hopeless. Twice security stopped me and asked me what I was doing peering into the women's wear shops. I explained I was looking for my wife and they accepted that.I was getting. The other was called a clit and was usually hidden down there between Debbie's legs where it only got seen when Debbie propped a mirror between her skinny legs and mauled it till she bawled. Shop till you drop and maul till you bawl were two of her favorite expressions.Little Debbie was really and totally sick of being little. Being little sucked donkey dick big time. Not that she could suck donkey kick. She had trouble sucking those Vienna sausages her mother kept leaving around the kitchen. Why did we still sleep in different beds, hell, in different buildings? As much as I value my own space I longed to wake up with her in my arms. To be together in the soft warmth of a lazy morning would be heaven. I cleared up slowly, with an unexpectedly heavy heart. Then I remembered the video. I grabbed the laptop and headed upstairs.It was better than I had thought possible. The picture was crystal clear, and the sound was sharp. I could relive every swish, every crack of the cane, every. I love the feeling of him playing with my ass and desperately wanted his dick inside but the feelings were too great to stop. As I was humping his face trying to get more of his fingers inside of me I started feeling a stirring deep down signalling my orgasm was approaching. He pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy and ass at the same time while tonguing my clit at a feverish pace. My orgasm seemed to last forever, as I was close to reaching the peak I took all of Andrew's cock causing him.