There were a few girls that would come through the spot as well and one of them was Malina. Malina was white about 26 years old with shoulder length b...own hair that was curly. She had really nice tits and not much ass. I met her and eventually started selling weed to her. She was one of my best customers after a few weeks. The thing that I liked about Malina was that she would call me for a sack. I would hop in the car and go to her house. I’d go in and make my delivery and then she’d ask If I. I wore a sparkling white Valentino for the black and white ball I’d picked. The men were boring, the women snappish, the food bland, and the photographers awful. All through it I’d drunk. I drank because I’d lost the one thing that meant something in my life. I drank to dull the pain that was now, even years later, still sharp and swift. He was married, had kids, was beyond me then. And how I mourned the life stolen from me. I had a bottle of bubbly and I was weaving as I walked. No one was. She has me wrapped around her finger, I would do anything for my baby girl. Me and wife argue a lot mostly over money and sex, either spending too much or not fucking enough. My daughter is the spitting image of my wife. I am a sex addict i fucked co workers, neighbors, you name it. On our anniversary me and the wife went to dinner, drinks had a good time, went back home and I was ready to fuck, then she was like no I'm not in the mood, but she was in the mood to fuck my cousin, friends,. I planned to have some meat left over from my noontime meal just for this purpose. This was not what a nutritionist would recommend, but my cholesterol numbers and my sugar levels stayed fine so I ate what I enjoyed.There was no one to tell me different and there had been no one for the last four years. When my cheating wife left while I was in jail, I just withdrew from society. I did have a decent job, going every day to the shop where I operate a milling machine.The place where I'm living.