Please do not duplicate, copy, print, distribute or exchange this piece without the expressed written permission of the author.The thought of this day...echoed through my mind like thunder. The only thing louder than that thought was the pounding of my heartbeat. I tried to closed my eyes relax and breath. I waited for what seemed like years before releasing myself from me. Was it a resignation to what was to come. I stepped toward the door and opened it. The street was bare, no movement as if. “Yoko,” I said and tapped her shoulder. “Maybe we should go.” I thought that Yoko might be uncomfortable seeing this sort of situation, but she did not move. Instead, I could see her blinking and shaking her head sightly. “Yoko?” “I want...” I heard her whisper. Confused, I let go of her shoulder. Originally I wanted to simply leave after seeing this scene, maybe ask Noah if he knew anything about it, but it seemed like Yoko didn’t want to go. “I want it too,” Yoko turned to me. “What do. After getting the hose from the bar keeper Josh made his way into the men’s room. With all the cum in her eyes Sally didn’t notice Josh until he inserted the hose inside her mouth. Inside her head she was screaming yes as she started sucking even before Josh inserted the other end in her pussy. Again the men in the Bar roared as they watched this whore drinking up all their spilled cum. It was 5:50 when they entered their home and Josh went straight to bed and laid down while Sally busied. His face was red with anger. “You can take your shit, and GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” he hollered. Tears were streaming down Jessie’s flushed face, but he didn’t seem to care - in fact, part of him seemed to revel in it. His voice dropped to a low growl. “You better be gone by the time I get back, or I’ll make sure your little bar boyfriend never sees you again, you piece of shit little slut.”Here’s to a whole 6 months with the love of my life, the caption read, and hopefully many more. I.