I started to dress, when she stopped with a soft wisper inmy ear – “Now it’s my turn to suck your pussy, baby”. She then licke...my ear and pushed me onto the bed. She got between my legs and spreadthem wide. She then started licking my thighs and rubbing my bush withher hands. I was still so hot, that I had to have her tongue in menow. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into my pussy.She pulled back and said, “Wait, baby. Let me do this my. Your wife looks so hot. She is being taken utterly by a healthy, young, virile black male. His ass clinches tightly with each plunge into the soft white pussy being offered to him. Your wife's hips move in time with her bull, a rhythmic fucking that hypnotizes you both. His movements take on a slow, deliberate rhythm. Purpose to every thrust. The black bull grimaces tightly, holding his head back. A low growl begins to escape his lips. Something is building. Coming to a head. Pound, pound,. . all this time...” she replied.“Yes, all this time.” I responded.“Brian, remember those words. Go, live your life ... but remember, you ... will never walk ... alone, I’ll be with you baby ... I love you.” she finished, exhausted.She smiled weakly and pulled her hand from mine, wiping the tears from her face.“Brian, I need ... my Mom and ... my Dad now.” she pleaded.I got up from my chair and turned to her parents, both of them were in tears, the pain was unbearable. I walked past them and out. "That's not what she's telling me," he warned me, speaking of Veronica."I know, she's pretty upset about the whole thing," I acknowledged."Which school bus was it?" he looked at me closely as if he didn't believe my story."What would a school bus be doing out here at 5 p.m.?" he said to himself."Don't know for sure, she drove off while I was looking in my mirror," I said."She?" he asked. "Who was the driver?" Grif wanted to know."Don't know for sure," I repeated, trying to recall who was.