But after getting to know each other through questions, the topic quickly led to sexual preferences and fetishes. Me: I think I am hard talking about ...ll of this.Her: Oh my god, you are so open about this. I am feeling a little shy.Me: Do you want to see it?That started our sexting. She was uncomfortable sending pics of herself. So I instead encouraged her to send pics of her bra and panties. I have a bra and panties fetish. I sent her pics of my dick.She would wait till her son slept. I would. I like being black, I just really don't want to look like a Mrs. Bubba, you know?"What? You mean he wouldn't?" She narrowed her eyes and she knew I always had some because I really liked to have fun. So did Karen. College was a lot like Disneyland for us, but the rides were a lot better."No, he did." I looked at her. "We ran out. I only had three." Only three?" Karen asked, sticking her tongue out at me. "God! How many times did you do it?" One too many." I sighed. "This morning. I got off him. Anyway Dave came to our house and we all got in my company van I had at the time and yes it was to a wedding this all happened on the way home.The company van only had two front seats so we put in a temp. seat ( a wooded box with a pillow) for my wife to sit on we were already running late so when we got to the hall they had all ready served food so missed out on eating there, we stayed around for a short time then left to find food there was a place close to the hall so went and had. One of them didn't even have his gun drawn when he died, but the other two were holding cocked pistols which went off when they died. That was just a bad day for me, I suppose, because I felt better after the short fire-fight was over. Part of the reason that I quickly got over being mad at them was because of the money I picked up from them. I picked up $523 from the three men in gold and silver, and that didn't count what I was going to get for their horses, tack, and guns. Hell, my winter.