“Fuck your hot bitch. So fucking tight. Damn your tight. This has to be the best fucking pussy I've ever fucked.” The bar keeper groaned out o... lust not pain. He fucked and fucked my wife a good half hour. I do mean hard. Her body was bouncing off the couch every time he rammed that big black cock in and out of her pussy. Each time groaning. “Take my cock bitch.” The bar tender seemed like he was going to take hours fucking my wife before he came. All the time he fucked her he called. If I were awake and wanting to enjoy some Saturday morning coffee, I would positively be on the patio. It might be earlier than I thought. I fed the dogs and had something myself. I then took them back outside for some exercise. I was surprised at how casual I was with my nakedness, already. As a group, we cavorted around the building, having them chase balls and chasing me. The activity took a decided turn, though, as the Retriever chased me around the corner of the kennel away from the house. It was spotlessly clean. The room was alive with the quiet hum of nuns going about the business of eating breakfast. All the nuns were dressed in habits. Most were black; some, mostly the very old, were grey like Audrey's and Susan's; some, apparently worn by younger girls, were green, and a few were blue. They collected food, sat, ate, drank, returned empty dishes looking, for all the world, like ordinary nuns going about their morning business. There was nothing in dress or demeanour to. Tandy’s nurse downtown for shopping. And that was all. The nurse’s name was Norma, a plump little creature with a permanent smile on her face. Norma talked much, and said little. John was fine with that, but what surprised him was that she avoided talking about Mrs. Tandy. John didn’t know anything about Mrs. Tandy, and he had never even seen her. He was appointed to the job by her lawyer. He supposed that Mrs. Tandy was an old, blue haired lady, who was very sick or dying, and who was.