I just got the weirdest rush of thoughts. They're like these brief shots of......of memory. Yeah, I got them too. Jesus, this is not how I expected he...ven to be.Heaven? You killed... yeah, you did. The bathtub. Jesus, why the hell did you do that?Absolutely none of your fucking business, I tell her, and send her a blast of anger.Listen, buddy, I hear. You're the one intruding on my brain space, fucker, so back off.I sigh and take a deep breath. Well, my mind does, anyway, and I think her body. He keeps riding me, smacking my ass, telling me how I’m only good as a set of holes, that he is going to let his friends come over and fill me up with their cock and cum. At this point my pussy is gushing with wetness, I can feel it dripping down. I know he knows how wet he is making me. He is pulling my hair now, really driving his cock into me, I’m sure he is about to cum. But then he stops without saying a word. He tells me to stay exactly as I am. I keep completely still, afraid that he. “Bro, are you good to ride that hog?”“Yeah Scat. I can still ride.”“Rusty says that you want to find out if your wife is running around. Is that right?”“Yeah. I’m scared to death to know the truth, but scared to death not to.”“OK. I already got the ball rolling. My company will be on it starting tomorrow. I’ll get with you to install surveillance cameras and phone taps at the house.”“Keep track of your costs and I’ll cover you.”“Bull shit! You saved my life. I’ll always owe you. Every time I. I got excited at the possibility that she might change her mind, and I was almost certain that I would have another pair of her panties.While she always said no whenever I asked if I could fuck her, she did give some. I commented that the one thing I had always wanted to do was take a shower with her, and told her that if we were ever alone again, she should not be alarmed if I’ll join her in the shower. She said that that would be okay, so I was EXTREMELY excited about the possibility of that.