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. you know, like, "look here"."And... ?" Well I had to satisfy my curiosity so I looked through the hole..."I paused."And... !"I loved teasing her but it made her mad, Donna's kind of a control freak."All I saw was a hairy greased up asshole and set of balls."She broke into peals of laughter.We pulled into the Max 'n' Erma's lot, Donna squirmed a little in her seat."I changed my mind ... let's go to my house. I'll fix us something there."Not a smile ... not a single pat on my crotch ... damn she sure took me for granted ... but I was getting as turned on by what I thought she was thinking as she was.While we drove, she continued to ply me with questions about "bizarre" sex."What's in those movies?" Just the usual, screwing and blow jobs ... just doing away with any semblence of plot." I thought they were kinda far out ... tying up the girl ... and plastic pricks and such!" Well sure, some of them." DO they sell those pricks in those shops?" Oh ... dildos ... yeah! Every kind .... Whew...he was safe. Or so he thought; until she later looked at the security camera she had set up after they had hired a house cleaner. David's thoughts were once again interrupted at another vibration. He opened the text and there was a cell phone picture of his wife french kissing another man at the club. He felt a twinge of jealousy while his cock stirred. The sight of his wife's tongue going into a stranger's mouth both hurt him and made him hard. It was so long since they shared a deep, passionate kiss...that didn't involve her snowballing another man's cum into his mouth. And now to see her making out so eagerly with a man she only knew for five minutes...David cursed his cock for betraying him. Another message binged into his phone and this time it was his wife's hand down the man's pants. He couldn't see his cock but the insinuation that she had this man's cock in her hand made David's heart beat faster. What he wouldn't give for Amy's hand to be in his pants now instead of.
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He shouldn't have lived through having a bridge collapse on his parent's car.He did.But only his body - David was gone, just like the others.The facts about David couldn't be more convenient. That had to be proof that the universe was directing things.His family is dead, so there are no worries about pretending lost memory.They left their home back east and were headed to a new life out west. From what I could gather from David's phone and suitcase, there was nobody he was worried about communicating with back home.There is plenty of money to tide me over as I get my feet on the ground as David Walsh, eighteen years old and suddenly family-less. The whole set up was far too convenient to be believable, so I doubted I would be in this body long. Even though I can't say why, I just felt like my time as David was limited.I was tired and needed to rest before facing the rest of my challenges.Without thinking about it, I had decided to forego communicating with my family in Branson. The.

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