“Stop it you bitch” I exclaimed hoarsely “you know I have been unable to do anything for the last week”Greg and Shelley were now both giggling...like mad so Shelley grabbed me with her soapy hands and ran her slippery hands down the length of my stiffness asking in a sultry tone “are you sure you want me to stop?” as she moved her hands away.My hard on was now bobbing up and down by itself, so damn close to coming it wasn’t funny.I was making all kinds of pathetic faces trying not to go over the. Thirty years later through a string of strange events i found him on the internet. I was married but my addiction to this man was stronger than my twenty year marriage. I wrote to him and waited. He wrote back and before long the conversation turned to sex. He asked if id ever had a dp. I wasnt even sure what that was. I had been married to the preachers son for twenty years and the missionary position was all our sex life consisted of. I hadnt even had that in sixteen years. My. Her eyes were so bright. I think they were green, maybe blue. Every movement she made seemed to beckon me. As if she was calling me to her.I couldn't help but stare at her tits - they were fabulous. A car behind me honked. shattering my reverie. The light had been green and I didn't even notice. She laughed at me; I couldn't hear it but I had the strongest urge to.That was when I made my decision.I turned the wheel sharply and drove into the gas station just behind her. I turned off the engine. He actually believed the threat.Miguel and George got downstairs just as the taxi was arriving, and they all got in the taxi and went to the hospital.“Did he give you trouble about calling a cab?” George asked.“Not as much as I gave him,” Jill replied with a giggle.“So he called you one?” George replied, “Shame, I was hoping he wouldn’t.”“Me too,” Jill replied.Jill walked into the hospital room to see Sharon still laying there in exactly the same position she was in last night, and Josh sitting.