”Jim stood up without hesitation and almost fell as his pants grabbed his ankles. He kicked them off to one side and stumbled over to where his wife...was enthusiastically sucking a cock that was twice the size of his own.“Why don’t you get down on the floor and give that white pussy of hers a bit of tongue action. I like to have my women nice and wet when I enter them,” the black man said. Jim laid down on the floor and lying on his back shuffled himself along and slid behind her. She obligingly. I just smiled and assured him I was anything he wanted me to be.He smiled as I took his cigarette and took a long drag and handed it back exhaling slowly. I smiled at him and he looked me up and down before telling me he thought I was dead sexy and wanted to know what the rest of my evening held. I simply told him that I was up for anything. He was staying at a motel for a while as his wife had kicked him out because he was sleeping around with trannies. He invited me back to his hotel for. He saw a man and a woman, both wearing caps with Scottish Natural Heritage on them. Donnie thought they looked harmless enough and he opened the apartment door."Good evening, Sir. We're sorry to bother you, but could you perhaps spare us a few minutes to talk about a petition we're sponsoring?" the woman said.As a rule, Donnie didn't like 'cold callers' and would normally decline and politely close the door. The name of the organisation these two were from made him more sympathetic this time,. I knew I would be getting the official news she would be coming for Thanksgiving from my wife Liz. Liz was a spoiled southern girl who had endured the two broken marriages of her mother, and two of her own. I was number three. The joke “third times the charm” was lost fairly quickly as I realized it was not the charm I had hoped it would be.A divorced father of two in my own right I was not complaining, yet. I was hoping time would heal the wounds and allow for the baggage we both brought to.