“He isn’t sorry about the fight, and I don’t think he tried hard to avoid fighting, but I think he is not himself sure whether he or the other o...e, this Jerry Trues­dale, began the fight. He does not care, and so he blames the other man.”“Did he mean to kill Truesdale?”“He meant to make injury, to beat the other man as badly as he could,” I answer. “He had no specific intention to kill. Again, he did not care. But he does not know if he killed other man or not.”“But he didn’t go into the fight. "Sam was given a bath with the aid of the housekeeper and Kimberly. Before he went to bed, he phoned home. I was present to intercept the call if Sam wandered into a dangerous area. His mother sounded relieved that Sam was doing so well.The next day, Sam's clothing was fetched. I took a sick day which I had never done before. I still kept in touch with work by telephone though. Many more tests were devised and even the students were encouraged to devise additional tests. This made the bizarre. Ride my cock, baby. Fuck me til we both cum.” I stood there for a few seconds thinking about seriously not rushing this. I put one knee on the bed beside Jas’ legs, I slowly raised the other. As I settle myself, I remembered that I wasn’t wearing panties. I didn’t drive almost two hours just to ride his cock. I wanted more. I guess it was the bad girl in me, but I needed to play a little. I needed to see how far he would let me go, letting me use his body, our bodies to satisfy us. I ducked my. He was able to glide in with no resistance, and I tried to hold him back at first. But then he just started fucking me…The car was immediately filled with the loud sounds of his thighs slapping against my buttocks; but my moaning was even louder…The stranger grabbed onto my round hips and just kept drilling me harder.Then he grabbed a fistful of my curly hair and yanked my head back. He made me look forward to some people walking there and he told me they had no idea that some married slut was.