His hands came up, almost of their own accord, and pressed against them. They were definitely real. The warmth that ran through his chest as he did th...s was strange. The same chill that had run through him the day before when he had taken off his shirt ran up his spine again.He closed his eyes again, a tear forming in each. His hands came up to cover his face, which clenched in a horrid grimace."Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" James said aloud, the words echoing in the room. He could already feel that he. She was a tiger in bed and was eager to try new things. She was multi-orgasmic – as are most women -- and she let the whole world know it when she came. Her husband, she'd said, had been a 'once a week man' who climbed on did his business and climbed off. "I went a bit wild after we divorced," she confessed to me. "I had a stable of stupid studs who were only interested in my pussy. Of course, that was fine with me, since all I wanted was their dicks." Oh, that was another thing, Wendy was. “If you’re going to lead a pack, you have to be smart as well as tough. And as CEO, I have to think about these things.“But what about you? If things work out, and we want a repeat performance, we have to make sure you get what you want, too. So, what do you want, little girl?”They chatted for some time about terms and conditions – almost like negotiating a contract, which, in a sense, it was. Finally, they wound down, and he sprung a surprise.“Okay, so I think we’ve got this straight, but one. The early facts were that Evelyn had an elevated blood alcohol level that suggested more than a few drinks and that at about Midnight in the very heavy rain her car just slightly crossed over the dividing line of the small ill-lit county highway. It was tragic that a large truck with an equally distracted driver chose that same moment to also just barely cross the line. The two vehicles just barely made contact, but their speed and mass was enough to flip Evelyn's compact sedan around like a.