Or cunt... I didn't even know anymore.He smiled at me before he asked, pausing deep inside Jack, "Tell me, what would your wife say if she saw you lik... this?" She'd be mortified," he admitted, even as he tried to fuck himself on the cock... my husband had no shame."Did I give you permission to fuck yourself, faggot?" The man objected, as he pulled out and slapped his bitch's ass hard.It was then that my eyes went wide as humanly possible.This completely naked black man was perfection... and his. I got thirsty and she handed me the cup of water. She brought me the stack of magazines that was on the table near the door."Are these mine?" I asked. "Where did they come from?" I guess your friends and family must've brought them," she said. "I don't think you can have visitors yet. They're still worried about the fragile state of your head and your memory. But if they brought the magazines, they have to be about something you like. So maybe they'll help to jog your memory."I looked at her. No one will know any differently." Okay," I said solemnly."I'm sorry, Andy. I really am. I do love you. I do. I just love Eric more. Eric's finally completely okay with us being brother and sister. He doesn't care anymore. He loves me." I understand," I said. "I'm happy for you. We'll always be friends and nothing's going to take away my wonderful memories of all the things we've done together. We're still going to see each other at school and at practice." Thank you, Andy. Thank you! Eric said. The heat was sultry; the cab ride had been exciting, serving to further whet the appetites that had been festering for so long. Caressing and touching each other, as much as tastefully possible, under the constant surveillance of the cab driver, who seemed to spend more time watching them in the rear view mirror, than he did looking at the road ahead. They checked into the hotel, achieving the seemingly impossible task of registering for the room, giving credit cards and IDs, all while.