What you have to remember – well, you really don't have to remember, but if you're going to read this fucking story for whatever reason, you should ...emember – is that my husband, George is his name, was a cop at the time. And like Sergeant Friday of Dragnet, he was 'just the facts, Ma'am'. In George's case, 'just the facts' meant, on those semi-rare (post-marital) occasions when he deigned to put his cock inside me, that he would cum as fast as he could and then roll over and go to sleep. The. I opened the Infinity QX, a car I'd never driven before, and was quite impressed with its luxury and many amenities. I moved my bag containing my Times crossword puzzle and a draft of several chapters of my novel from my car into the back of the Infinity. And, as I had become fairly smart at squeezing out good tips, I placed my chiller bag onto the back seat. The chiller contained a six-pack of Vitamin Water, an affection of the rich hipsters, as well as Tic Tacs, Altoids, and Pepto Bismol -. As they greeted, Carla took a moment to glance at Wendy’s sensually dressed body. “If you will excuse us,” she said and ushered Dan inside. Wendy felt a little dejected that she wasn’t included but grateful that she had been acknowledged.Karen stood from her chair, kissing and tightly hugging Dan. Carla smiled at the couple, again eyeing her figure and a natural glance at his crotch. He could see that she’d been crying again and felt helpless to ease her ongoing suffering. Dan sat on the chair. I never dreamed the night would end the way it did, with the two of us seeing the New Year in as part of an orgy. It all started with a single kiss. The New Year Kiss.Sally and I arrived at the Roadhouse a little before eleven. We had stopped for a late dinner at the local steak house first. New Years Eve at the Roadhouse had always been an intimate affair but it had never been that intimate before. The first thing that we noticed was that all the tables and chairs had disappeared and were.