Carol had repeatedly assured me that she respected my need to get on with my research and writing. Because of that, she thought it best that we contin...e to live in our respective apartments. No complaints. What I needed was time to myself to gather my thoughts and put pen to paper. A morning or afternoon of writing would not be sufficient. The task at hand would take whole days and sometimes a good part of the night. And, it wasn’t just the writing, editing, and re-writing. There were hours of. Not my wife. her feet where about eighteen inches apart and she was letting them all see. I looked down to see a few guys stumbling over each other to get a better look. At the top she turned and waited for me , I took her hand and we started walking. She leaned in and asked if any of those guys could see up her skirt? I told her I bet they could see out the neck of her sweater. She squeezed my hand and said it makes her hot to allow guys see up her skirt, then she said I need shoes. I knew. What ever they were injecting me with , i was becoming addicted to it.by the forth day i was hooked and i turned my life over to the gang.i was forced to sign over my car . as i watch them spend the money on d**gs and booze, i was d**gged and in the side bedroom. he walked in.he was a black man, older , maybe mid fifties. i thought maybe this man would be my salvation and help me, ,,,, i was wrong. he started to get undressed, and i knew i was in trouble. he had a angry look about him, like he. Suddenly I’d never seen my mum move so fast, she jumped up, turned round and knelt in front of me. She took hold of my cock and slowly pulled my foreskin back. Wow Barry said, she wants you, I laughed as it seemed she did, she jumped up straight away. She had hold of my cock and was licking the top of my helmet, I looked down as she looked up, we looked eyes and she smiled and carried on. It was then I felt her warm mouth wrap round my hard cock. She started giving me the best blow job. Even.