And then I wank off while I think about fucking you. All my friends do, you’re a milf. Do you know what that is?” He had his hand on the front of...his jeans as he was saying this and, I could see his cock was hard. I must admit I did, and I was secretly flattered, but that was no excuse. “You’ve gone too far now. Get out of here and don’t come back. GET OUT!” I shouted. Dean went, but he had a dirty grin on his face. Did he know what I was thinking? I went to bed that night, but I couldn’t. The whole time I was miserable. Before she left, we did everything together, I was always with her, but being the big stupid retard that I am, I never sat down and told her how I felt. Then she was gone. She was gone, and I was miserable. My brain damn near exploded trying to find the justice in the twist of fate that brought her away from me. She knew a guy down there, she knew him before she knew me. I envied the bastard, he must have thought he was the luckiest man alive. But that didn’t. Or even another country. Had he thought about that?In fact, he'd thought about a lot of things, and that was but one of them. Divorced, broke and overflowing with hate, he had migrated north of the border, found employment in a small factory in Ontario, then, fumbled a stupid attempt to hijack its payroll.So, once again here he was, five-years later, no less bitter, but seasoned, and happy to be breathing free air once more as he walked along a side street off St. Catherine in the warm. Keibler. rocking back and forth over Brittany’s face.Mr. Moore had Brittany’s thighs red and wobble has he was fucking her and pumping now 7 inches of his meat into her pussy. Brit’s big tits were smacking together furiously and hitting Mrs. Keibler’s ass cheeks. Brittany moved her middle finger into Mrs. Keibler’s asshole, fingering hers just like Mr. Moore is doing to her. Mrs. Keibler couldn’t take it anymore and came on Brittany’s face and in Brittany’s mouth.Mrs. Keibler got up and Mr..