To heighten the anticipation we agreed that our first meeting should be in a comfortable motel room. Since I couldn't get away overnight, or even to ...pend a few hours in the afternoon, we decided to get a motel room near where I live. Now, most motels have a typical check-in after 3 PM. So, one afternoon I went and registered in my own name, paying cash, for a one-night stay.Checking the room, it seemed acceptable for our little tryst. I wedged the door open and left the key inside for my. I stared at him, “It’s just coincidence, he must be an ancestor,” I said taking a deep breath.I spent the rest of the day researching the fire and Bernard Ryan. The fire killed more than half of the men, women and children that lived in the makeshift housing and brought about a change in the city. Better housing was built including mine. I didn’t dwell on the fact that I lived where Bernard Ryan was living, but when I read the official list of deaths it listed him. Next to his name it said. "Good afternoon, Bobby. What brings you way out here?" You know damn well why I'm here, you son of a bitch. Where's Callie?" Safe. Now unless you've got something else to talk about, I'd suggest you turn around and leave, now." You tell that bitch, wherever she is, she better get her ass home." Bobby, don't come back. I've got cameras taping the place, and the sheriff is a buddy of mine. You've been warned." Bobby didn't like it but he knew I meant business. Deep down he was a coward, the kind. We were both a little drunk and little high and VERY Horny by this point. He switched places and I inhaled the scents that we had mixed in this one pair of underwear while he started sucking my cock. He was doing amazing! I was in heaven again and was getting very close to unloading a well earned load of cum down my friends throat. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE"? SNAP!! back to reality!! It was my wife.... She was standing in the doorway to the living room still had her jacket and boots on. I.