My name is Sam and my husband in named Troy. I have dark hair, average looks and try to have a nice body. Troy is a fine looking guy. Anyway, we tir...d of the club and were going to look for a bar. Wilma and I were pretty horny and I was thinking of calling it a night and going home and fucking Troy and going to sleep. We had stopped at this little store to get smokes. A couple of teenage boys walked by our truck and went in the store. They came back out with beer. Fred and Troy were standing. . I was impaled on his huge cock as he started moving it in and out of me I began to say to him, 'I musn't do this. Oh Fuck Tyler, you're so big!'He came in me after five minutes and I felt the hot jets of his sperm shoot against the entrance to my womb and I gripped him with my cunt as he pulled out. I wanted to be filled and then I was - another one turned me onto my hands and knees and fucked me from behind as I sucked one of them off and then they began demanding their go with me. There. The remote control was on a small table by the chair. Next to the remote control was a note. Idly, he picked up the note and read it with a frown. He wondered why she wanted him to watch the television in this room when the living room had a much larger and better television.He sat up straight with his mouth open when the video started on the television. It took a second for the sound of the door closing to register. His wife glided over to the daybed and settled herself on it. He grinned at. We became smart enough to invent thousands and languages and religions, but remained stupid enough to be unable to find compromise or peace in a single one. We’re caught in an evolutionary limbo, where any opposing force that requires brain function higher than what we already have would undoubtedly kill us. The better you become, the harder it is to keep going, and we’ve reached our peak. Damn, it is one pathetically short peak. Now we’re stuck with the ability to make things that we’re too.