Now it’s your turn.”“I was wondering where the two of you went. I wasn’t sure if you were going shopping or what,” I replied.“Also, you ne...d to get your other car. We can’t be sharing this one down in Baltimore.”She was in an ‘I will be obeyed!’ lecturing mood, so I just said, “Okay.”There was a van in the driveway from a flooring company that had been one of the subcontractors on the house. We pulled into the driveway and got out. It was with considerable trepidation that I got out of the car. Every fiber in her colon was sensitive tothe enormous cock now moving effortlessly in and out ofher ass. Her breasts were still being abused, but eachtwist of her nipples shot a spasm of pleasure throughher. The train reached top speed then started to slow atits last stop. Tracy became sexually desperate.“Please,” she begged, “I need to cum again.”She heard her assailant grunt and push hard into her assand yank her nipples downward. Tracy felt the cock in herass swell.. She hadn't even heard him leave. But now, someone was at the door.Pulling her housecoat tighter around her tall, slender body, she hurried to the front door. Wondering who her early morning visitors could possible be, she pulled it open, and was surprised to find an attractive man in his early forties, accompanied by a much younger woman, standing there."Good morning, Mrs... ah... Fletcher!" the stranger said in a cheerful voice."Good morning," Betty answered, "but who... ?" She was bewildered. Sure, we'd all like to put Humpty-Dumpty back together again, but we can't. The world has turned many times since the damage, and we've all had to think about it, digest it, cope with it, and try to come to some resolution about it. But there's no right answer here. If you don't want her back, that's OK. If you want her back, even with a lot of conditions, that's OK too. We will still love you, and we'll still love her."I just whispered back, "Thanks." I think I stared off into space for.