After a few minutes I speeded up and she was moaning and gasping, I licked her nipples and she had her nails in my back. Then without warning she laid...flat out and her head was going from side to side as she screamed again, squirting her juices all over my cock.I pulled out and turned her around, slipping back in she groaned as I fucked her from behind, reaching round I rubbed her clit and she moaned, but I knew I was coming and I didn't want to. I pulled out, she turned round very quickly and. Her mouth opened, but no words came out.The black goddess brought her riding crop swiftly and expertly underneath my wife's chin, without striking her, and used it to lift her face into the dappled sunlight. "Pretty, pretty. Take off your sunglasses."My wife used her free hand to comply, blinking into the horizontal rays of the sun, searching out the eyes of the woman who had suddenly taken control but unable to see them in the contrast of light and shadow."What's your name, my pretty little. The baby wasn't mine as I was sterile.My wife was a cheating bitch.Sandman was my worst enemy and he was fucking my wife.Doug Peterson was an asshole but he had been set up by Sandman.It is a hard thing to come to terms with when you realize your whole life is a lie. It feels terrible to be surrounded by enemies. What I couldn't understand is why. I was a loyal and trusting person. Is that a crime?I didn't know what to do but I had to make some quick decisions. I took Sandman's advice to heart. Now, I'm completely hard. We chat about this and that on the way to the bus, and we seem to be hitting it off. After a few minutes, the bus pulls up and we get one. It's not empty, but not too full either. We grab a seat in the back. She says, "can I borrow your sweater?" Thinking she's cold, and being a bit chivalrous, I slip it off and hand it to her. Instead of putting it on, she spreads it over our laps. The next thing I know, there's a hand on my crotch. "Well," she says, "you certainly.