Our last night together was an emotional one for Christie and me. I was truly sorry that she was staying behind, but I knew she hadn't changed her min.... We each put on a brave face that last morning as I loaded the Dodge and we set out for our new home. Debbie was quiet, sitting in the front passenger seat.Our route was simple. I 64 to St. Louis, I 70 through Kansas City to Denver, then north to Cheyenne, picking up I 80 westbound to Sacramento. Sounded simple when you said it quickly. But it. I needed to cling to something in those dark, post-marriage days.And that's when I started walking in the woods. My ex-wife was a townie, preferring to relax in the city cafes rather than savouring the trees and rolling fields of the outlying countryside. The only walk I took during our marriage was from the front door to the car. After the divorce, I started to visit the countryside, walking for hours through the local woods and seeking consolation in the gnarled trunks of the ancient beech. First, of course, he had to take an eye sight test The optician showed him a card with the letters 'C Z W I X N O S T A C Z.' 'Can you read this?' the optician asked. 'Read it?' the Polish guy replied, 'I know the guy.'Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them, 'I must tell you all something. We have a case of gonorrhoea in the convent.' 'Thank God, ' said an elderly nun at the back. 'I'm so tired of chardonnay.A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.. "... He withdrew the syringe and proceeded to lube up his own cock, stroking it and making a big show out of it as I watched. "well then angel cakes, I've got a nice warm treat for you" and he moved forward putting the tip of his lubed cock to my asshole.My tight hole resisted at first until his head popped inside my tight ring. The tight velvety lining of my asshole seemed to swallow his lubed cock. Grandpa got his thick cock about halfway in my ass before he pulled it all the way out. He got.