" I always did like morning sex, just not mornings," I replied as I finished up and flushed the toilet.Angela smiled when I said this, but then she tu...ned pensive."Thank you for being so understanding, Master. I appreciate that this has to be strange for you. Of course it has its advantages too," she smiled and ran her hands along her sides, pointing to herself and emphasizing her figure. "But nevertheless, I just wanted to say thank you for not freaking out and leaving me there in the parking. Where did you get Mr. Hudson's number?" I can't tell you that because I don't know. Yesterday, my car was crushed by a tractor-trailer on I-44 in Springfield. I spent hours and hours at the hospital, in great pain, and one of the MANY people who talked to me over that time, picked my phone up off the table beside gurney and tapped that phone number into it. I suspect, as you probably do, that he had some personal animosity against the mafia and picked me out to tell his tale because I was. There were the guys who she’d been banging earlier and she had several cousins in the area who’d gotten real familiar with her cunt at family reunions. She reminded me once in a while that my brother’s cock felt real good. It was thicker but I was longer. Each had its benefits.I kept getting my cock drained in the morning, after work, and at bedtime. Her pussy would be reddened and drooling semen but she still wanted more.About the end of the first trimester she miscarried???. She was depressed. The only difference was that I slipped them up into the branches where someone looking for a lost ball wouldn't be likely to find them. Then, I went to the basement and got my old Boy Scout sleeping bag. I packaged it in three layers of trash bags, and tied it in the old weeping willow tree. You couldn’t see it, but because I used the green bags, you kind of had to know where it was to see it easily.When Deanne got home from vacation, she stopped by after work one afternoon to show me the.