. and I’m all out of blood!” I deliberately paraphrased John Nada’s line from They Live as I unloaded directly at Walder himself, “but yours w...ll do.”That last little bit was a pithy remark I felt suitable to the occasion, of course. Walder Frey didn’t have much time to consider it, as he slumped in his chair, the buckshot ripping his aged torso badly apart. The horror on the faces of each of the men and women of the court was truly a wonder to behold, not that they had much time to express it.. Sensing a losing battle on this one, and I was right."Uh, not just yet. But I'm not saying never." She smiled, showing the light at the end of the tunnel.Stacey got out, but I was WAY to horny now. She sat down on the toilet to try and poop. I got out and started kissing her and playing with her pussy. "You're not off the hook that easy. We'll compromise here..." And with that, I wrapped my arms under her thighs, lifted her into the air, I sat down on the toilet and then sat her on top. Mark staggered in about twenty minutes later. I suspect he’d lost what little he had left in his stomach getting out of those clothes. The shower ran for an inordinately long time but I just sat at the table, sitting coffee. He finally dragged himself into the kitchen. The most apt description of how he looked was ‘like shit’, words I never thought I’d use to describe my husband. I got him a glass of water and several ibuprofen.I let the silence hang a bit before I started.“Do you have any idea. Suddenly, out of the blue asked me if I wanted to experience actual sex with a black guy? I asked him if he was serious or if that it was just a harmless fantasy that was motivating him to get horny. He promised me that he was serious and begged me to consider doing it. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest, I had been masturbating and fantasising about getting fucked by a black guy for so long and now I was being offered the chance to experience it for real. I agreed immediately. Coyly he.