After lunch I had her call any one of her thick cocked friends and to save time she told him to get ahold of a few more guys and meet us at our house ...or some hard sex. We where setting on the deck by the pool when we heard someone pull up the driveway. I asked my wife if she was ready to have the shit fucked out of her? She spread her legs and ran a finger up her now wet slit and wiped it across my lips. The gate opened and in came three guys. All three tall well built men and all three. Little thing called brain-cancer. Not long now...I was prepared to find the Chalmers Street launderette bulldozed into something new and unrecognisable, but it was still there, and the same old facade in yellow-grey London brick carried great emotional force.For this was where it had all started when I was a sulky sixteen, quarrelling with my father every weekend, and allowed to sit in that warm, steamy launderette, if I would help the manageress to tidy-up at closing. God knows she wasn't a. Tight black slacks accented by a blue low cut silk top which reveled just enough cleavage to keep one guessing about how much more of those wonderful tits lay covered under the silk. A sideward glance revealed the outline of a black bra that pushed up her breasts, the breasts that Gretchen had fondled and kissed many times before. For years Gretchen’s tongue had pleasured dozens of women; some for a one night stands and others like Alma, for a more solid and longer lasting relationship. Few. In the meantime, while mulling this over, I am made to strip the rest of my clothes off, then squat nude over the pan and relieve my bladder. This humiliation brings more colour to my cheeks, without a doubt, but does not manage to take my mind off more distressing concerns.At least, until I finish urinating, at which point he calmly picks up the pan and carefully drizzles my piss all over my mattress. "I'm ... supposed to sleep in that?" I can't hide my disgust, taking a step back from the.