And lets skip over the part about Romeo and Juliet both dying at the end, this is erotica for god sake, not bloody les miserables.Our story starts, ...s said before, in America. In a small diner called Big Joes, or Big Johns or big something with a J, the name isn’t important to the story. Paul was sitting down to a full breakfast: 3 eggs, 5 rashers of bacon, some grits and 2 slices of toast. The eggs were sunny side up and the bacon was just crspy enough to give a crunch without tasting. The three pictures of them with their adoptive parents showed their obvious misery. What was wrong with that adoption agency? Couldn't they see what was going on?I opened the envelope marked 'Dwyer' and another picture of Carol as a little girl dropped out, along with a copy of an old picture of another teenager. The teenager turned out to be Carol's mother. She had died as a result of injuries sustained in an automobile accident. Carol had not been in the car. She was with a baby-sitter at the. The snow was melting slightly, giving everything a slightly slushy feel. As if the entire world was wet melting...Honking erupted on a distant street, probably due to some angry cabbie, and immediately everyone else joined in.So many people ... it sometimes makes me nauseous.Sarah closed her eyes and leaned back into the headrest."Are we going to be there soon?" About ten minutes."Sarah smiled..."Good," she said. She rubbed her legs together, and hugged her chest."Are you cold?" No."We drove on. It looked like it had to be at least ten inches in length and if it wasn't as thick as a beer can it had to be close. The guy whose cock was in my wife's mouth (I would later find out his name was Peter of all things) started to grunt and moan loudly. His hands had dropped down to my wife's head and was holding it in place as he fucked her face. His cock looked to be about 6, 6 ½ inches and was white. Didn't look unusually thick or anything. The only thing unusual about it was that it was.