He had a sudden flash of memory of sitting on the bench seat in his old Ford pickup truck with Shelly in his arms. Parked beside the lake, with nothin... but silvery moonlight all around them, their lips meet in a kiss filled with youthful passion. He gathers all of her golden hair in his fist and uses the hold to bring her closer to him. Plain as day, he can still hear her moan and, as it did then, his body hardened. ‘Jacob!’ The memory disintegrated with Shelly’s shout. He’d been staring at her. I did not move from my seat; waiting and watching what the hell was going to do this unknown guy there with my wife…I could see their feet under the curtain. The man got closer Ana and then I supposed he was kissing her. Then he made her turn around and quickly he pushed his body to my wife’s. His feet were now between Ana’s feet…I was not surprised looking the stranger’s pants falling around his ankles. Then I knew that bastard was fucking my wife from behind. I could see Ana’s calves and feet. She envisioned the girl must have crawled backwards to her face on her hands and knees. Without being asked Debra stuck her tongue out finding the girls pussy. Debra was sucking and licking away at this unknown girl. She loved the taste and was trying to make this girl cum. She wanted to make her cum. She needed to know she made her cum. Debra kept eating this girl as man after man came up behind and fucked her. One guy would do her ass and cum, and the next would do her pussy and cum. She had. She stood by it and knocked. That was the rule and all the girls knew and obeyed it. A show of respect, and as Jenny knew only too well, the transfer of authority from one adult to another. “Come,” Mrs. Denver said after a moment. Jenny disappeared inside the Study and walked over to Mrs. Denver’s desk, passing the caning chair already facing in to the room, already well used Jenny knew. Jenny stood in front of the desk looking at Mrs. Denver who was writing something, another show of.