"Suddenly images began to flash in my mind's eye. I was walking out of the club with my white slut on my arm. Out of nowhere, a white boy pulled out a...pistol and fired it at me. Evidently, he didn't appreciate me fucking his wife on a regular basis and busted a cap in my ass. It seemed like a bad dream but nurse Betty seemed to be a cold reality.“How was your bath?” Betty's voice wasn't the friendliest. Her cold stare sent a shiver up my spine.“Alright. When do I get out of here?” I asked.Betty. I think she’ll actually keep her word to not tell Brad about it and I told her that I understood what she meant about feelings being wrapped up in sex. I told her that the last time with her had done nothing for me. She noticed that you were walking carefully today. I’ll bet your mother did too.”She laughed at that and we went to email my mother with the picture of the two of us together. I’d had Janice take one after dinner and we were obviously in love. After that, we took it easy. I started. The cool sensations that had been created quickly melted away as his kisses descended upon her. Every muscle; still firm, pushed her skin forward to imbibe on its own. The heat of his lip prints faded only to be covered again with another. She pierced the silence of her own ecstasy when he began to blow on the kisses before he left them behind. An outward guttural gasp exclaimed the feeling of her whole body. Before another could come she was muted to silent bliss. His tongue entered her to. When we returned, they hadn’t started yet. Bill hooked-up again; we pulled the curtains in the cab and got in the sleeper. What started out as a nap, turned into some foreplay, a good hard fucking then, the nap. We didn’t realize that we had an audience. Once I had him good and hard; I started by riding that great cock for a while. I was pretty quiet during that; I did it at my own pace, both of us just enjoying a slow gentle ride as I relaxed and he stretched me all the way. Things changed.