A few months ago she had been a demure mother and wife. She could count on one hand the number of lovers she’d had. No one had ever pushed her butto...s like John. Before she met him, sex had been almost a chore, something which lasted 10 minutes once or twice a month and was solely to keep her husband happy. She had always thought there was more to it than this: she’d read and fantasised about mind blowing sex, but always believed it was something she would never experience. John had changed all. It was a nice bright sunny spring day. Tim looked up from polishing his pride and joy and waved at his younger brother.“Hi Tim,” Ned saluted back, “Just to let you know that the ... er ... scrap you wanted collecting and getting rid of has been disposed of.”“Permanently?”“Permanently,” Ned emphasised, “Never to surface again, in fact it has already been shipped out and dropped into the steel smelter and should be fast approaching 1370 degrees about now. Anything left when the dross is scraped. I just followed the advice of the people at the bars or motels where Irested. Someone mentioned I could make good time on the new inlandhighway or enjoy the sights on the older one that winds along the eastcoast. I opted for the latter, dropping the car and picking a businstead, so I was even more relaxed. And I was not disappointed by thesight of the mighty Coast Mountains on the mainland to my east, acrossthe Strait of Georgia.After a couple days of breathtaking natural splendor, I reached. ” As I said it Dave started probing my ass with his thumb. “Oh my God Jon, he’s got his thumb in my ass. Do youthink he can feel how tight it is? I can feel himstretching me out. Getting ready for his cock.”Dave looked at Jon and said, “Get over here.” He didn’task. He ordered. Jon did not move. He looked at the ground. He wasn’tlooking at me. Dave ordered again, “Get your sorry ass over here.”Jon came up and walked to the bed. Dave.