Again, we spent the night together. That was followed by The Merry Wives of Windsor. It was quite amusing and Frieda was laughing throughout the play ...nd even later in bed together. Those were followed by Coriolanus and Romeo and Juliet. Those two nights Frieda said she was busy and I didn't see her. I was hoping we would be together the coming weeked. The last play on that Friday, as you recall, would be The Merchant of Venice. I went alone, without Frieda once again. The merchant in the play. "Spread! Spread! SPREAD", they yelled at her. She moved her feet wider apart as they ordered. Then my wife began to pound her ass back and forth in simulated hard, fucking motions. As she did this, she began to moan and gasp as if she were actually being screwed. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Ugh! Unggh! Ungghh! Aaaahhhhh.. Oh yesssssss." Her hips never slowed their hunching motions as she tantalized the men with her lewd, sensuous moaning. They bean to openly stroke their cocks as she spoke.In front of the. Knowing the subject was sensitive, I trod lightly."Are you and Alyssa still talking?" I waited patiently for a response."Yeah. It's just not the same anymore. She didn't really understand my reasons, which kinda hurt." It was quiet for awhile. "I still like her but I'm just sort of stuck right now."I sat up in her bed to show I was really listening. "I know. I haven't experienced that, but I know what you mean. It really is tough, you guys were so cute together." I know."It felt kind of sad in. I poured shot after shot into him. Every single one hit him. I must’ve shot about 7 or 8 bullets. He was yelling in agony, many gaping holes in him gushing blood. He turned around and tried to walk over to me, but eventually collapsed about 20 feet away. With a massive effort, I rolled the log off my legs. I stood up shakily, and amazingly, my legs weren’t broken, just heavily bruised and lacerated, along with the rest of my body. My ribs were another story though. All my clothes were wet and.