Everybody thought of her as the epitome of the modern Southern belle."Everybody except me," he confided. "With me, she's the dirtiest little trailer t...ash tramp you could ever hope for. Ain't nothin' she won't do for me when we're alone in the bedroom, Sean," he leered. "And there ain't nothin' I haven't done to her. In the bedroom, in the back seat of her father's car, in the park in the fuckin' grass. She ain't a virgin anywhere, man." Westy oozed of confidence as he talked big.In fact, his. How would you feel if it was Shelley doing something like that and threatening you? Are you telling me you would just roll over and accept her cuckolding you like Becky intends to do me?"Don looked uncomfortable and replied, "No I would probably be as upset as you seem to be but I know Shelley would not do something like that. She is totally in love with me and knows I am the best lover she could ever find. I make a great living and she would not even consider losing access to it or hurting our. And because I was in it, deep into this dark world where neither one of us was really in control, where we were each already aroused profoundly by some fantasy that had possessed us and now incapable of claiming innocence, I wanted to possess her body, at least, since her mind was now possessed by someone else. I drove my stiff cock deep into her asshole, bypassing her sweet pussy, and just pushing my way in. She groaned and then cried out loud—not worrying about the neighbors—Fuck my ass!. This has to do with vandalism.’ I don’t know if the children saw us, standing there arguing in the stairwell, but by the time I turned to confront them, they were gone. Thankfully, my car had been spared. I started looking for a new place to live. The new commute was in some ways easier. I no longer drove the eight minutes downtown, but let the bus driver do all the work. And that’s when the trouble started. For laid out before me like a living museum was a daily tour of the city’s carved.