“He hurt his back.” she said.“Really?” I sighed“Yes,” she replied, “Pulled a muscle, he was a lovely man, lovely muscles when we were ma...ried, he liked my cooking, that’s why he married me, I made sure he had a good tea every day so he didn’t go chasing other women.and he grew a great big pot belly by the time he had his heart attack.”“Really?” I sighed, “I’ll make sure I don’t have tea round your house.”“Clogged arteries, too much fatty food,” she said, “He loved fatty food.”“I’m sorry, do I. As she went through college she was usually opening her thighs to one guy or another, but not like a slut. More like serial monogamy as she honed her criteria for a spouse and “interviewed” likely prospects. The only significant deviation from this pattern was spring break in her junior year when she accompanied a boyfriend she was living-with, to see what cohabitation was like, to Big Bend park and shared a room and pussy with two of his buddies as well.Even that was part of a plan, wanting to. Hey. hi. how are you all doing among yourselves, huh? & you know like say, or how you say like since that being of the last time that i myself was upon this one particular social-media website-address being of a pornographic nature, I do sincerely hope that those persons being among yourselves being of whom are of whatsoever races, &/or likewise from whatsoever walks of life, factions of society, or lifestyle preferences, &/or likewise being of the old, & young alike as well as of whichever of. During the past week, I had often reminisced about the interlude in the dismally small closet humping the beautiful female inmate from behind and tried my best to ignore the fact that I could lose my press credential in the State of Florida permanently. If I had it to do all over again, I would be on Cuba’s ass so fast that it would make your head spin. She had undeniably the sweetest, tightest cunt I had ever been inside of and the way she danced and moved against me was so exciting that I.