To our amazement some of the same regulars were in and in particular Fred a 79 year old widower who we used to stand and talk to on many an evening.Wh...n we made our long time greetings, Fred always used to sit on a bar stool at the end of the bar that backed into a small room that housed the fruit machine it had no light as it was really just a box room, so no one really ever passed to go in their and play on the machine, so you could stand and lean against the wall facing Fred at the bar which. "I have some ideas," was her cryptic response. The grin she flashed atme let me know that I wasn't going to get anything else out of her.I sighed, but I didn't really care where we went. I reached my armthrough hers and rested my head on her shoulder for a moment as wewalked. It was enough to tell her how much I loved her.Mom continued to lead me through a myriad of crowds, stalls, and smellsbefore we appeared to be reaching our destination. She led me into atent that smelled like animals. My. "Hold him for me, baby. Hold his big fucking black cock so I can get it in me."I grabbed Rob's huge cock and was stunned at how large it felt in my hand."Use both hands, baby. Use both hands and hold him real tight cos I'm gonna fuck the shit out of him."I reached my other hand over and grabbed onto the fat, black cock and it felt like I had a hold of someone's arm. "Fuck him, baby! Fuck this black fat cock," I grunted, as I watched Rob's thick, black cock disappear up my wife's well-stretched. They told me today that in the circumstances, Chief Grissom did exactly what would have been expected of him and that no blame can be attached to him for that.Gavin recognised that Cedar City News was like every other local media outlet — they were focusing on the story from the perspective of what it meant for their area. Because of that there was more detail about Chief Grissom and whether he was culpable than there was about the circumstances of Markow's death and everything else that went.