I cry. I sniff. I breathe. Eventually, I am calmer. Simon has not released me from his grip, he is still holding me. I shiver. It's beginning to get d...rk outside. I shiver again and feel my nipples harden against the cold air and the dampness from the tears that have rolled down my front. Simon squeezes me harder and then lets go of my hand and shoulder, rubbing his hand over my hunched back as he does so. I shiver again, and not because I am cold this time. ‘Why did he do that?’ I think to. I can show you once we get off 77.’ Now I know I am not too bright, but I recognized the voice first as a woman, then as an educated woman. I took a second at the next stop light to give her a good look. She wasn’t very attractive, I decided. What she was though was young and dressed in jeans that cost as much as the almost new black leather motorcycle jacket. The blouse under the jacket, which she had opened in the heat of the van, was pure silk. I knew it not from experience, but from the. The young guy was pulling her head roughly trying to get it up again but he had fizzled out. “Fuck you bitch,” he said and pulled his soft prick out of her mouth, “you little cum sucker, you aren’t worth shit.”He stepped off the fuck pile and stood there watching the scene in front of him. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any freakier, Mary came around beside me and touched my face with her hand. She stroked it softly, then opened her blouse revealing an ample breast. She bent forward to. We were at a large party, both of us drinking too much as we wandered separately through our social circles, meeting friends and trying to impress strangers.I remember a moment late in the evening as I was walking through a hallway, I glanced into a room where I saw my wife sitting with two men. I stopped in shock. She was kissing one of the guys whilst the other was running his hands up the inside of her blouse. I backed away and hid behind a large cabinet but continued to watch, shocked and.