”With that, she hit the play button on the VCR’s remote and Tracy saw herself squatting in front of the car taking a piss. Then, it moved to her s...anding in front of the Burger King window playing with her pussy, while a group of guys watched from inside. It even showed her cumming and walking to the car. Then, walking back. Somehow they managed to even get the sounds of her cumming and thanking the boys for allowing her to put on the little show. Then, she saw herself crawling like a dog up. "A bastard like that would probably be happy as hell knowing he split you guys up, this way he doesn't even get that satisfaction." Everyone kind of chuckled."Mom, did dad really beat him up like that?" Donna asked."No, honey," she answered, "Your dad wouldn't do that; and besides, he was at the golf course when Vic was beaten. That bastard had a bunch of women he was having affairs with; any one of the husbands could have done that to him. Thank you, Bobby," she added looking in his direction.. Perspiration droplets on your handsome brow gather themselves falling like rain uniting together and coursing down the channel of your expansive “ripped” chest and abdomen. I try to be quiet but I can’t contain my passion, so our moaning and exclamations reverberate around the large room and return disembodied to my ears like a XXX movie as I am carried away with uninhibited lust. Becoming apparent to me is the extent of variation in your repertoire in pursuit of satisfaction. I am satiated. Dinner, alone. Movie, alone. Maybe a few beers, alone. It got so bad that I now push people away instead of asking them over. I craved the empty house. The whole couch to spread out on. The large pizza all to myself. A 6 pack that would last 2 weeks, not 4 hours.Now, this upstart of a woman; this invader of my loneliness, this shatterer of my routine proposed I do something. With HER. My mind almost couldn't handle the possibilities. Or, for that matter, her motivation. I was a selfish, self.