With your wife make sure she washes that old pussy also I have a surprise for her ass. Soon as I hung up the phone I called Bobby, Mark, Jim, & Walter...telling them to be under the carport at 9 & Ms. Campbell Ray's wife is going to be coming to I want the 4 of y'all to teach her a lesson not to ever call me a fat whore again. Everyone agreed the only thing I had to do before Everyone got there was slip a few zanxes in my husband's beer so he would pass out. My husband was pretty drunk already. He ran the blunt side of the cold steel blade against her inner thigh. She shuddered. He grabbed the corner of her panties tightly and read the inscription on them. "Sasha," he said aloud. "So that's my little bitch's name?" she stared at him coldly. A single tear ran down her face. "Nice to meet you Sasha. I'm-well, that wouldn't be a good idea, would it? I mean, to introduce myself." he smiled. He took the sharp knife and ran it across her pudgy little tummy. The steel blade was so cold, it. As we got closer to the apartment Maria seemed to become a bit fidgety and anxious. I doubt that she was relishing the thought of the confrontation to come. As she directed us into the apartment parking lot she pointed out Karl's car in the space for the apartment. The apartment was in the back on the first floor. We parked in the visitors spaces across the lot and Juan and Carlos met us in the parking lot. I told Maria to stay back behind us as we went to the door of the apartment.I don't know. “A good fucking does wonders for an old girl like me,” she laughed.There was the sound of a car horn outside the house. “That’ll be the taxi,” Tom said, “l didn’t want to drive knowing that l’d been drinking.”Fifteen minutes later they were seated in Carol’s favourite Italian restaurant. The seating was a half moon bench around a semi circular table, they were in their favourite, secluded spot, Carol sat in the middle with her two favourite lovers either side. The wine had been poured and their.