"Which wrong is that?" I said, tasting bile in the back of my throat."The wrong of hooking up with an old boyfriend at your sister's bachelorette part... and flushing our three year marriage down the drain? Or was it cheating on me with that asshole for the next year before you blindsided me with divorce papers? Or maybe it was baiting me into attacking him that night?"I had to smirk at that painful memory, a brief moment of revenge followed by years of pain. She and Big, Bad Brad, her ex-flame. Third and last is the one very very few riders even attempt to train for, being deeply impaled is dangerous, too deep and the internal injuries are often fatal. If a rider is impaled enough to require surgery or any serious medical attention they are disqualified, this rule prevents those who might otherwise be literally dying to win. Usually this prize is awarded to the rider/horse combination who by accident of birth are able to take a deeper impalement than is normal. It is the criteria most. She said it was so sexy to watch me sucking his big black cock.Harvey's cock was the first in many years, and I really enjoyed being reintroduced to that part of my history. The size of the cock and balls and the amount of come issued are really not proportionate. He was well hung, and his balls hung low, but he didn't actually produce a lot of sperm. However, what he produced was really tasty and I loved it, not to mention sucking a hard cock after so many years. Not to mention it was my. That is until his last remark."David, that's not funny."He glanced over his shoulder at me, "Because I wasn't joking, Jill." His attempt at a smoldering expression switched to a grinning leer at my cleavage before turning his head forward and gestured to the hallway off from the living room. "I bet the boys are in the den shooting pool."I followed David down the hallway. With each step, the sounds of the party lowered and the hallway grew dimmer. As we walked deeper into shadow, David said, "If.