"What happened?" She left two messages on my answering machine, but I better start at the beginning.Lorraine and I met in university. We were very hap...y together. I graduated and got a job in a nearby city. She had one more year of school left. We did the long distance relationship thing for that year. We spent every weekend together. It wasn't long before we were happily married. We had 5 or 6 wonderful years. Then we decided to try for a child, and then the problems started to come. We could. Then I felt his balls against mine and his cock ring against my ass. I knew he was fully inside me. He started to fuck me by sliding out slow to the head, then slowly back in all the way. It was a long slow dicking. I was moaning and he started to pick up the pace. I wanted it and he gave it to me. My cock was swinging as he began to pound my ass. He owned my asshole and he wanted me to know it. He stopped and flipped over onto my back so I could see him slide his cock back into me. So deep did. The rifle went to her shoulder almost naturally, too, and I noted a finger held well away from the trigger."Heavier than I remember," she said."Match conditioned. Heavy barrel. Weight in the buttstock for stability." Can I dry-fire it?" Sure." After all, I'd watched her clear it. I watched her trigger finger. First pad went on the trigger. She racked a bit back to put some tension on her back, nestled the stock into her shoulder pocket, laid her head over..."That black thumbtack on the wall is. There’s no shame in that, but you dress as if there is.”She blinked in confusion. “Anna says it draws the wrong kind of attention.”“That’s her opinion, not a fact. You need to learn the difference.”“I understand that already,” she said. “I don’t need a lesson from you on right and wrong.”I arched an eyebrow. “I suppose. After all, you’ve already skewed your view.”“What’s that supposed to mean?”“Well, there’s what we did in the bathroom and how your currently dressed. I seriously doubt you would.