Jeremy drove, and I rode along with him to the pub in the SUV. My Cruiser had been parked at the pub all weekend. The Brit had the choice of it, or Je...emy's econobox. I went inside to get my keys and have a beer before going home.The keys were easy The Brit threw them at me. "Shit Sylvia, you have to be a midget to drive that crappy little car. The driver's seat won't adjust." Monk might have welded it solid to make the whole thing ride better. If it is flexible, it will vibrate is a biker's. Then my wife turned to get off HER HOT BLACK BULL,AND THEY SAW ME!! SHE GASPED AND REALLY TURNED RED, AND STARTED CRYING.She saw the hurt look on my face and my tears streaming down as I sobbeed."WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" I ASKED. SHE HAD SUCH SHOCKED LOOK ALSO.THE BLACK MAN'S COCK WAS STILL HARD & DRIPPING... YOU CAN SEE THAT IT MUST HAVE BEEN ALMOST 12" LONG AND INCREDIBLY THICK!My wife put her panties on, crying, shaking, and trembling uncontrollably."DON'T BLAME HER OR EVEN YOURSELF for not ever. " David, David," she whispered, "I can't take more...please, if you love me, if you want me, please stop. I am losing my mind. The pain is too much. Please, David, for me, for us...pleaseee."He only smiled at her...a smile of derision...a smile that made her blood run cold."David, I am a slut...I have manipulated men... I am a whore... I have made men buy me presents, expensive presents to try to get in my pants...but, David, I can't stand any more pain. Please, David, stop... "He grabbed her. My sister has taken some, a localwomen's refuge has accepted with pleasure much of the furniture andclothes that neither Rhona or I want, but the boxes of papers, letters andphotographs have been and are a problem. Yes, I could just dump the lot,there is nothing of legal necessity to keep, but there is so much familyhistory. Some papers are trivial, mother was a great cook and collected,in those pre-internet years recipes from everywhere. Some are so old, thatthe ads on the reverse side were.