My wife is at her best helping others through their worst. Me? The polar opposite. The stereotype bad boy. I grew up hard, an abused child who only su...vived because the state had mercy on me and pulled me away from the animal that fathered me and put in a good foster home. Very loving environment, great people. Still call them mom, dad and sis today. But they couldn’t save me from me. Hardcore rage issues and a mean streak a mile wide. I was an animal in my teens and early twenties always. ”Mom told us, “We need to schedule these scenes for the first sunny day when all of us are off work, and out of school.Mom added, “Cindy, I want to meet your aunt. We need to convince her to join our group, even if she doesn’t move in with us.”“Since we were planning a celebration dinner for tomorrow evening, I’ll call her now, and ask her to join us for dinner, that is, if everyone agrees.”Mom told her, “Make that call now. I see everyone nodding in agreement. Tell her this is a casual dinner. I heard tires screeching as asilver Buick Skylark drove down the street. And as I hit the ground,cradling Rachel, I could see three characters on the license plate AK0.Agent Reid picked up the phone, calling in to the police. "It seems wehave a breakthrough in the killing of Sarah Knight. Please inform yourofficers to be on the lookout for a Silver Skylark with A-K-Zero on thelicense plate."For the next several hours, I and the agent just talked about my wife.According to the agent, I really. Especially when Miss slapped her hard between her legs. That must have really hurt I thought to myself. If anything the second slap was even harder. I watched as Miss started to play with her cunt. I tipped Slut’s head back and looked in her eyes. She seemed to be inhabiting a different world, some alternative reality. I could tell she was close to another orgasm and her eyes closed as a wave of pleasure swept over her. I wanted to watch her climax so I slapped her hard on the cheek. Her eyes.