It didn’t take long to clear all her things out. We left Heather’s car with her parents. She and Jon had already done the title transfer. I drove ...s back to my place. By mid-afternoon, all my things and the boys’ things were loaded in the truck. We sent it west. We would see it again on Monday morning in Westlake.I took Heather and the boys down to the Friendly’s by the Walmart outside Parkesburg for dinner. I invited Hunter to join us but Mom said no. It was time for Hunter to be separating. I asked if it hurt; but Ana said that only at first; but later on he could slid that huge thing in her cunt with ease. She added in the early morning they had fucked for the last time and she had felt no pain at all; so, she had been well stretched out…She pointed at the TV look at this part. When I looked I heard her phone ringing. Ana laughed and said this was the moment when I had called. I got mad watching my beautiful sexy wife being fucked in all fours by that horse cock man while she was. So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No,. ”Jim suddenly could only imagine sex on the floor with her, clothes on or not. He tried to remain calm and confident as they discussed the dance. “I’ve had enough Latin to feel comfortable doing a Bachata, and with a beautiful woman such as yourself, it would be an honor.”With an accepting smile, Jessica led him away. “Let’s go to the practice room and I will show you what to expect with a Bachata with me,” she said. “Forget the dance shoes for now, I just want to see how we move together,” she.