"Do you think Antwan will like this skirt on me?" Anna moved around to see herself from different angles."I think it looks great on you." I hope so. I...want to look sexy for my man." Anna said as she posed in the mirror.It surprised me that her words stung me a little, especially when she said: my man. Antwan was of course her man now. I was her husband--but not her man. That title was reserved the guy who fucked her pussy and that wasn't me anymore, it belong to a black man who taken my place. My tool was poking her ass. Ooh. I know she was totally turned on now. I placed my both hands on her belly. She didn’t say anything and tighten d grip. Her top moved a bit over the belly. I slowly moved it a bit further up, placed my hand on her bare belly. She was enjoying and chatting with me as if nothing happened. Btw guys, we are fully covered with the blankets from outside so that no one can notice these things.I slowly moved my head and kissed her cheeks. She was slowly saying in my. He held various parties in return and found those more fun because he was not paired off with someone. None of the women he met at these parties appealed to him. Sure, some of them were physically very attractive but they bored him quite quickly. They did not have Rachel's spontaneity or quick sense of humour nor, he sensed, her wisdom. Furthermore, he reckoned that most of them had an ulterior motive: land a moneyed widower.On the anniversary of Rachel's death he visited her grave and left. Being taken out on to the foot path and being hosed clean in front of the prostitutes, police, drunken public and taxi drivers. She decided to finish work at 8pm then walk from her office in Symonds street to the carpark then strip and put the raincoat on. Standing butt naked except for the raincoat waiting for the mysterious person to arrive. At 8:30 a truck arrived the black window came partly down she couldn't see a face. The masculine voice told her to remove the coat and walk behind the.