I loved this car as much as I could love a material possession. There were two reasons for that. Firstly I had always wanted a Jaguar and it was my dr...am car and everything I had hoped it would be. Secondly and most important I had bought the car with my wife’s insurance money after her death a little over a year ago from cancer. She had made me promise to do that, as she knew I had always wanted one but would not spend the money on it. She told me I had built her dream house and this was. There was no way it would do anything anyway. I tossed it back like I was taking a shot of alcohol. I tried drinking a shot once with some friends from school and that didn’t taste nearly as bad as that did. I quickly downed it with some water that was sitting around. ‘How are you feeling,’ Anthony asked. I told him no different than before. I don’t think it worked really, but I didn’t want to try it again if they had anymore. There was a good idea, I would never have it again for sure. Anthony. The one to her left apparently was the one she had called broke the silence, looking over at me he began “ sorry I had to ask..” Porscha cut him off, putting her finger to his lips saying “Shhhhh..” as her free hand undid his belt. Watching my wife unbuttoning a stranger's pants made my cock twitch in anticipation. Removing her finger from his lips she continued to remove his pants and then reached behind her to grab the younger guy's crotch massaging him through his pants. Until she had. He wanted to restore the bed to the same condition he’d found it in so Matt wouldn’t know they’d been there, so he went looking for linens. The sound of the door closing when Ricky left the room woke Dianna up. She rolled over and looked around. ‘My God!’ she thought, ‘I’m in Matt’s bedroom!’ As her mind cleared, she remembered how she got there and what she’d done there, and the memory disturbed her. ‘I…I should never have let Ricky talk me into doing this,’ she thought as she got up and made.