I had a phone call telling me that you were having lunch with another woman, then you called me to say that your car had broken down and that you woul...n't be home that evening. My mind put the two together and I saw you sleeping with her. The thought crushed me. Why did I think that you were cheating? How could I believe that of you? I should have trusted you, the loving man I married. Instead I walked out on you.All I can say in mitigation is that my father cheated on my mother, my uncle. I felt a cold thick liquid being poured between my cheeks & then a finger being inserted into my ass. He took his time, pushing it in & out, twisting it, pulling against the sides to relax my muscles. He then put in a second finger & continued twisting, pushing & stretching my ass. It was when he put the third finger in I felt the clips pulling harder on my clit & nipples, sending waves of painful pleasure through me. He heard me start to moan & began to pump harder until he put his little. I placed it as ’58 or ’59 looking at age of us kids and knowing my Grandfather died in early ’61 after a long stay in the hospital. He looked well in this picture. My Grandmother was smiling as she always did, but I suddenly felt cold. Putting the picture down, I noticed my hand was shaking. I’d had problems sleeping lately, but after seeing this picture, I was beginning to understand why. A memory lying dormant for years suddenly came rushing forward in my mind. * * * It was Christmas Eve of. I spent a minute that way, slowly taking her as cars drove by, somehow oblivious – maybe they didn’t care, or maybe this was the sort of filthy, subhuman behavior respectable citizens didn’t acknowledge. But though I was still fairly hard – the drugs saw to that, I’d be hard all night – it was too soon to come again, so I pulled out and zipped back up. Jessica whimpered, then shifted her hips so she could slide her groin along the fender, fucking our car in the middle of the city; I.