I quickly shut him up by stuffing my tits in his face and waiting for his cock to rise so i could ride him while he watched himself fucking my friend....e came again of course and we laid back and watched more of the video together when he was done.i told him my part of the story (part 3) and how we had reconnected and arranged for his seduction. he was still in shock about the whole thing.i asked him if he wanted to watch the other video, the one of my trip to phoenix. he eagerly accepted. i. Don't be mad darling but I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me. I needed his huge penis inside me." Honey", I said, "This is not the time to be coy. I wanted that too. I took you there with the idea you would get fucked. I encourage you to let go. Seeing you fuck him was so hot I climaxed in my pants without even touching myself. So please don't worry about me getting mad. I want you to do it again and again. That is why we went again and I hope you will go tomorrow night with me." I was so. It was I! Or at least the person I now was. My name was now Arlene Francine Foster-MacGregor, Age 19. Holy Shit I wasn't even 21 yet and a mother but the maiden name was correct. Folded up was a copy of my, no our Wedding Certificate, my husband's name was Gordon Michael MacGregor, Age 24. Next I found in the clutch was a Birth Certificate of the baby, Lynn Allison Foster-MacGregor; Age 6 weeks. There were also copies of both Gordon's and my Birth Certificates and a new license identification. “Imagine your life at its worst. What your life would be like if everything was as bad as you can picture it.”Encouraged by how much better he felt, he too redoubled his efforts, hoping for an even bigger payoff. He viewed Phil’s actions and odd dance steps as a test, distracting him from wrestling with his inner demons.Tossing his cane to the side, Phil pulled out Emma’s gift, which he’d been holding for some time in anticipation of this moment. Reaching into his pocket with his left hand, he.