He was frightened and start informs my wife about me.She convinced him that I am very dangerous person and not reliable. He is going to avoid contacts...with me trying meanwhile to continue his love connections with my wife.When I asked her about threesome directly he refused this idea and started attempting to convince me that he had no love affair with nobody and it was my paranoia.To be upset I did some attempt to finish her connection to her lover and I got success with it. But then I have. .Lacking sleep left me both alive and dead. I felt like my head was slurry, wet and sloshy with cytoplasm. I lay in bed, supine, awake to the night, reading my phone in the dark, my room black as marble.A story popped up on my phone, a local news story of three people drowning to death in a manure pit. A maintenance worker, trying to fix a septic tank, had plunged in, and two others rushed to help him, and they too were swallowed into the pit of shit.Reading it provided me a guilty bit of. Jim White, the very handsome owner of the company she worked for, had been leading her on for the last year. Each time he’d ask her out on a date, some unexpected problem would arise making him break their date. She felt like a total fool falling for his lame excuses, but now she saw him for what he truly was, a big ass hole. ‘Oh Dave!” Jennie heard a girl scream out. ‘Fuck me, I’m your whore!’ She heard coming from the basement and ran to see who was screaming. Jennie carefully walked down the. They knew about this room and we went straight for it.It wasn't a large room but big enough for the seven of us to get in and have a little room to move. The door wasn't even closed all the way when they were pulling off my shirt and someone was trying to get my jeans off. An orchestra of zippers broke the silence as every where I looked a hard black cock was pointed at me.My jeans were around my ankles with my legs spread as far as they could go and I was bent over at the waist. Someone, and I.