I sighed sadly yet again. ‘Mom… Helena and Alain… I don’t know…’ ‘I overheard her conversation with you yesterday morning.’ ‘Oh?�... ‘Yeah. We are closer, and that is natural since we are sharing an apartment, but from her tone of voice, she clearly recognized that there’s something more going on between us.’ I looked out the side window, watching the snowy landscape pass by. ‘Is it so wrong that we’ve found what we’d been longing for? Is it so wrong that our relationship breaks all the normal. With my head pinned into the corner, I had no space to pull back and I fidgeted with my hands as I tried to hang in there, not wanting to upset Dave by pushing away. In fact, I was surprised to find myself secretly enjoying the challenge, wanting to taking the brutal face fucking in stride to prove that he hadn't broken my will. As if egged on by my willingness, I felt him begin to drive his shaft deeper into me, harder, gagging me and making me cough up spit around the edges of his base. His. Why am I here, you may ask? Well, I guess they think I killed my wife and son. Again you might ask, why? Well, let me explain.I'm Bob Saunders and I have been married to my beautiful bride, Carol, for seventeen years. We have ... er had a son who had turned fifteen just last month. It seems he had a unique birthday wish, which only he and his mother knew about. She gave him his wish the day after his birthday. Yeah, I'll get to that wish in a minute. Let me tell this my way, OK?I met Carol in. “Jollier than you, mi amiga,” she winked. “Now stop diddling about and let’s get some tequila in you.” By the time the clock struck midnight, Patricia’s group of five were thoroughly drunk and squished into the back of a taxi headed for town. Harri and Patricia were sandwiched between Milly and Jess, who were both lean enough to only take up half a seat each, with Stacy in the front next to the driver. Harri herself wasn’t usually a big drinker; but as usual, a drunk Patricia had talked her.