I was nervous as hell driving to the gas station. I parked off to the side and waited for him. He drove in and parked beside me and got out of his car...and walked up to my window. As he said hello, he reached in the window and felt my leg below my short jeans. Trying to act nonchalant, I did not move my leg, thereby letting feel up my leg approaching my groin area. Smiling he felt my cock which has beginning to harden. “Want to follow me to my house,” he said. “Yes," I replied. It was a short. I know what you’re thinking, but I’ve been around enough to know what a wet T-shirt contest is.The tall man whose shirt identified him as Nate said, “Fred, where did you find that princess from heaven?”Like I said, this was the South and a white woman riding around in a pickup with two black men was rare.Fred said, “The young lady here had car trouble back down county road 1305. We gave her a lift here figuring you could fix her up.”Nate was now looking at my nipples, which were clearly visible. My heart pumped rage through every artery, thinking of how many men had fucked my dirty wife, and worse still, the fact she had barely given me any pussy!My mind exploded; that was it! I thought. I'm gonna get this bitch of a wife back. Fuck you for fucking everyone except me! For only marrying me because I was 'the sensible choice'.I was determined to fuck a guy just to spite her, quickly loading up my sissy profile on my phone and texting Andre.'Hey sweetie, what you up to tomorrow night,. "I don't know WHAT?" I don't know, Mommy." Bill could see that Timmy was looking at the gloves, and he could also see that the boy was still hard."We'll sometimes Mommy uses these if she has to touch something gross, something DIRTY. Do you know why I brought them here?"Timmy just looked at up her, looked with his mouth open."Answer me, you little SHIT!"Bill could see Timmy's lips moving, he saw the imploring way he looked at her, and without actually hearing the words he knew what his son.