Another message arrived minutes later, 'leavin club now, will text u later, luv u xxx'. I read the message over and over, wondering where she was goin..., where my gorgeous wife was being taken by this man, her new lover. Were they going back to wherever he lived, or was she going to be with him up some dark alley somewhere? My mind raced with images of Mel being fucked, or on her knees with another man's cock in her mouth, yet I didn't feel an ounce of jealousy; I just felt horny as fuck and. One of the close-ups just showed their mouths open and tongues intertwining. Her lover kissed down her neck to her breasts. Another close-up showed his tongue on her nipple. "I really like these close-ups. It doesn't show what he is doing with his hands." "I know. That's the illusion of erotic photography. Maybe his hand was on my stomach. Maybe his hand was on my pussy. The photo doesn't show my hands. Maybe they were feeling his cock. It's all about your imagination." Their bodies were melded. It was unusual to see my own dead body lying in the small compartment. I slowly pulled the cover back over the top and managed to return to my wheelchair. I hurried back to the site of the confused cheerleaders and, to my dismay, found two blue-eyed girls with light brown hair. One was having a conversation with a fat girl. The fat girl stormed away when I got her attention. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am Darlene!" she said as she angrily pointed at the body she had been talking to, "But. At least, I hoped as much.Her long, almost black hair reached the middle of her shoulder blades and hung in loose waves. She possessed a peculiar beauty mark on her right breast. I wanted to taste every inch of her young curves and fuck her every way possible until the only thing either of us wanted to do was sleep. But patience is a virtue and waiting makes the heart grow fonder."Umm, okay." She bowed her head closer to me and whispered, "Can we do this interview closer to the water? Those.