"Tell me what happened," said Juhler."We already told Officer Frye," he said."I know you did, but I'd like to hear it from your lips."So Chad told him... And Juhler asked questions. In the process, Chad remembered the driver, the man he'd been holding down on the ground when the police arrived, saying, "Doesn't matter," after Chad had told him there was no purse or wallet."What do you think he meant by that?" asked Juhler."I don't know. It sounded like they were going to attack us whether we had. After a month of this, I knew I had to get some help. I did the researchand found a therapist who came highly recommended. I have to admit; Inever put much stock into therapy. I probably got a negative impressionof it courtesy of my ex-wife. She went twice a week and it never seemedto help her at all. It took me a while to warm up to Dr. Herzog. She and her husband ran apractice in a posh office in Birmingham. It was a bit of a hike fromwhere I worked but it seemed to help once I got over my. I had to confess to him my nature. To be honest, I never cheated on him. But, I told him about my lifestyle. I told him my ass was visited by more black men than he could think off. I did tell him that he wasn’t up to their level and I needed to be fucked soon and on a regular basis. To my own surprise, he agreed to let me fuck black men, on condition that he would be present in the same room or at least drive me to their place. I was relieved that he was okay with me going back to my own. I pulled my mom’s dress up, reviling her nude, hairy pussy. ‘Are you sure she won’t get up?’ he asked me, I turned to him to see a huge dick poking from his pants. ‘We’ll see’ I replied, I had never done this before, hopefully she wouldn’t get up. I stuck to of my fingers into her pussy and started moving furiously. Her legs shook, but quickly stopped, she didn’t move afterwards. I took my fingers out and licked them, looking at my cousin. The juicy from my mom was unbelievable. I pushed the.