My wife got fuck by a black guy old enough to be her grandson son. You might think they'd have sense enough to know better. But guess it's the times. Nobody gives a damn about much of anything anymore or anyone.
It wasn't love. He was young and horny. And she in need of attention, sexually and emotionally. I take some of the blame for that. I've never been much if a lover and haven't improved with age. Several years ago, I injured my back, acquired diabetes and became impotent and crippled. Still I've been a good husband, provider and pussy eater. I been licking that slut clean every opportunity she'd give me. But evidently it wasn't enough.
I suppose it was a matter of being at the right place at the right time. I never go down to the basement due to my condition but on that day fate had me searching for paint. Not just any paint but cream yellow. Her favorite color. I was going to repaint the bench on the front porch. I didn't want to waste money on a cheap project and knew I had a can down there somewhere.
I found what I was looking for in the far back corner of the place near the old furnace. I had that thing replaced years ago when it broke down. Seeing it again remined me to throw it out. That's when I heard noise coming from the vent behind it. At first, I couldn't make it out, but as it went on, I was certain I'd heard it before. Then it hit me, I remembered that sound.
