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He didn’t gamble. No wife, just an ex-wife. No kids to either love or hate him. No real close friend but no dire enemies. The rehabilitative alimony...was over. He’d lost half his assets in the divorce five years earlier but had rebuilt his savings and the bitch hadn’t been able to get to his 401k. He had a six figure job but never got into collecting ‘big boy toys’ so he lived well below his means. His parents were dead and he had no siblings. If he blew his brains out with the 1911 Colt beside. I could still hear music but only a tenth as loud as before. I could hear the sounds of beer bottles being cleared away and chairs being put up on tables downstairs. Closing time. I reached up to wipe sleep away from my eyes, but my hand wouldn’t obey. I figured I was still impossibly drunk. I tried again. Something held it back. I was tied by both hands and feet to the floor – thick rubber cords fastened into eyehooks in the wooden floor. Then Joyce was there, lighting candles around. Their Pastor convinced them that all they had to do was to call on God for a miracle healing, and she would be healed and become the bright, vibrant, young girl that she once was. That never happened and they never got over the disappointment, especially when they were told that the lack of success was their fault because they never had enough faith. I could quite cheerfully have gone down to his church and killed the sanctimonious bastard myself. They told me to forgive him as they had. I. Then she said, "Oh fuck this," and grabbed me and laid on top of me making out with her old lover. She was touching me all over as I did the same. Finally, we needed to get out of those clothes.We quickly ran to her bedroom, stripping and stumbling as we went along. We were both laughing like kids. We got to the bedroom totally nude and the first thing I wanted to happen was to get my cock into some Wendy pussy. I picked her up, threw her on the bed, and quickly crawled between her spreading.
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