Sandra found it hard to believe, but Terence had fucked her eleven times over the weekend. She was sore between her legs, but not near as bad as she w...uld have thought after being fucked that much with such a large black cock.After her weekend with Terence, when Sandra got back to hers and Peter’s apartment she said, “Pete. I want a damn divorce; and if you fight me on this, I will go to the Board of Regents myself.”“You are just upset right now. Are you sure that is what you want?” Peter. She locked her gaze onto my erect 8 inch cock and cracked a big smile. She knelt on the bed, wrapping her hand around my throbbing shaft and stroked it a few times, then proceeded to lick then suck it deep into her throat. I was in ecstasy, as it had been a really long time since my last blowjob. She bobbed her mouth up and down and I had to slow her down as I didn’t want to cum too soon. I asked her if she would like me to eat her pussy and she happily straddled my face and I slipped my. There was also a notification that my resettlement money had been deposited in the same bank account as my CanUS salary. Now I had a little extra cash.The second folder was a different story. Inside that folder were copies of news articles and printouts from my Facebook page, Twitter, and the website communities I had been active in before the accident. There was a copy of my obituary. It felt odd to look at my face from before the attack. It was the only thing I had to remember how I used to. ”Susan nods while I ramble on. She leans back in thechair, looks up to the ceiling, and seems to think. Idon’t know if she hears me.“It appears as though I would be a fool not to see him,”She concludes after I finish. “Wouldn’t you agree?”She smiles, and I know what she means.“Yes,” I agree. “I wouldn’t mind seeing him too!”She laughs at this remark. “Then tell him he can come in,but he will have to wait until my.