Her long blonde curls spilling out from under a wide brimmed hat that only a Woody Allen fan could love. Her long nose and chin gave her the visage of...a Greek Goddess. Her eyes so blue they boarded on violet smiled at me. Her whole face lighting up with beams of Angelic light.“I'm a bit turned around, would you happen to know the way to Morgan Hall?”“Why of course. I'm going there now, may we walk together?”My Goddess and I walked together slowly along the western edge of the famous Tuscaloosa. Sara heads back up stairs and here’s a slapping noise she peaks in to see mike jerking off, his thick vein covered cock in his hand he stroking away watching the TV. She peaks in further to see the TV it’s a video of her doing the dishes. She watches him stroke as she sits outside with her hands down her pants massaging her bald pussy. Mikes cock fires off high in the air before landing on his firm abs. Sara heads to her room and locks the door.The two continue there playing for months. School. I wanted a divorce - and I also wanted to kill Fallow, but I wasn't that nutty yet. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life being Bubba's bitch.I spent the rest of the weekend puttering around the apartment. I rearranged some stuff and painted the living room. I kept myself busy. I also put on some sweats and went out and jogged until I couldn't catch my breath - the sweat pouring off of me in what seemed like buckets. I showered and pulled on a polo and a lightweight pair of slacks. I also. ”My next words were in Russian directed at Frank, “Before I forget, I’m going to see our mutual friend in Africa next week. If there is anything you want me to hand deliver, get it to me by Sunday evening.”“I have several things you can carry for me including some contraband that I will have to get you paper for,” Frank replied in Russian.After the calls I was able to respond the request for video, “The video will be made available to you with conditions attached.”(1) The video shall remain the.