The drive up 75 to Atlanta was long and tedious, and I arrived at the motel exhausted and running late. My wimple six-hour trip had become ten hours. ... came to find Jason already waiting on my arrival in his car outside. Once I checked us in at the Homewood Suites, Jason pulled a half-gallon bottle of Fireball from his luggage. He said he didn't unpack it but didn't know if we would need it or not as he placed the bottle into the freezer. I asked how he wanted to do the sleeping scenario since. What is to the point is that they are dead and you are responsible! Think about that. You will get the shit beaten out of you as soon as you are arrested, and the beatings will continue until you are convicted in a court. You and I both know that you will be found guilty, and when that happens, you will receive another beating. You will start praying for an early execution date so you can stop the beatings. You will live until that date, the cops will make sure of that, but you still will be. The skirt was fairly new pale blue denim one that came down to the knee. I also put on an old black lace bra that was way too small; my tits bulged out more than ever topped it off with dark red silk blouse. This was also too small and the buttons were straining and leaving gaps so my bra and half my tits were visible. If this didn't make Carol cream in her panties, then nothing would. When I left, Alan was hard at work, this time, screwing wood, not my arse. I hurried over to Carol's house a. ”Does your wife like this “she whispered “I really do “it makes me wet”. She slid her hand inside the robe and again rubbed my cock .She asked me how my wife likes to use it, giving it a few firm strokes.. Betty stepped back away when I said “my wife doesn’t like sex” then I turned around and gave her a kiss.She kept her hands on my cock as if she was contemplating on what to say next.”My wife says sex was to make babies and since we have our children there is no more sex”. I ran my thumb.