Paradise lost. It had all turned to shit and the final load had just been delivered.No one disturbed me, my phone didn't ring. You know, you can sit a...d feel sorry for yourself for only so long. It didn't take an inordinate amount of time for a shift in my emotions. I finally sucked it up and accepted the fact that Casey had, very effectively, ended our excuse of a marriage. I tamped down my hurt, my disappointment. I ignored the hollowness that had started to develop within me. Another emotion. At first, my electronics were taken away. I hadn't played on any of thegaming consoles or my pc in a month so I really didn't care. Still nochange, next I was informed I was grounded and told to stay in my room.Right, how is that punishment. Finally, my adopted mother went into myroom, took all of my beloved books, and threw them away.Why in the world would you throw away books, yes that one got to me butplease donate them. Of course, this effort failed as well. Libraries arewonderful places. It took her half an hour to learn how to suck him right down her throat with lots of involuntary gagging and dribbling during the lesson. Such a turn on to watch, and all the while I am wondering if she will really let him fuck her with that massive tool of his? The longer she sucked him, the more we could smell my wife’s cunt flooding with juices. Accepting her fate and lubricating for the inevitable thick fat deep fucking she was going to receive. Wendy and I spent months fantasizing about. I’ll check all of the other mikes tonight, when we’ve finished here, they could be going bad too.”“Okay, do we want to do one final test?” I asked, and everyone agreed.“Promised Land?” Phil suggested. “Take us home, Will!”I strapped my Telecaster on, wound the overdrive up, and checked the settings on the amp.“Let’s blow the cobwebs outta those speakers, Mary Beth,” I said. “I’ll have everything turned up to eleven for this one!”“You want me to take the first instrumental break on my fiddle?”.