“UUUUMMMM you are nice and tight, aren’t you sissy bitch. This is the best fucking I have had in a long time.” Darrell had me laying flat on the...pavement. He was lying on top of me with his arm wrapped around my throat, like in a choke hold. But he was not choking me, just using that position to pull my body against his quite sizable cock. After my body relaxed enough to except the fucking Darrell was giving me, something surprising happened. I started enjoying the fucking. My tiny dick was. It had to look like a chance encounter to be believable. I planned to stop him, if he would stop. If he ran, I planned to run him down. Either way I planned to catch him with a car full of meth.Once home I switch gears, during that afternoon and into the evening I spent time on the computer trying to verify Mary Ellen's story. It all made sense and it all sort of checked out. She came to town a year before to open the dress shop. She claimed she saw an opportunity when the women stated to talk. And he’s a friend. Who loves you.”“But it’s about choices, isn’t it? If he suddenly had more. Like I was stuck with Greg, he’s stuck with me, because who else was there?”“But he’s not stuck with you,” Joe told her. “You’ve known him for a while. He’s wanted you for a while. And believe me, he’s ecstatic that you’re finally together. Between a girl he fucks, and maybe even likes a little, and you? Someone who he loves and can make love to, and of course enjoys it to the extreme that I don’t. ”He laughed,“Oh that I already know.”The door opened and Joe’s mother peeked in,“Ah, you two are awake, you two better get ready; breakfast is in half an hour. Maryse how late do you have to leave, you will have time for breakfast?”Maryse sat up, leaning against the headboard,“We leave at ten, or at least that was the time my father said would give us enough time to get there.”Joe’s mother nodded and pushed the door open, leaving after she’s done that, Maryse wiggled her nose at Joe and he.