Back to the stinky, dark, farmer's barn; a friend of mine, Dan Lichen and I were on our way to a civilian parade followed by a concert and then the st...ge band was going to play some tunes for dancing when I ran out of gas. Anybody who is familiar with the old VW's knows that originally those cars didn't come with a gas gauge. There was a lever on the floor, so when you ran out of fuel, when you flipped the lever down, that offered you a gas reserve which provided around 20 to 25 miles before. He was astonished first, but he supported me, so we started the baby production. I took my pregnancy vitamins and avoided liver. The first 10th week's test showed Down's syndrome embryo and the repeated 11th week's test verified the first test result. The doctors had my embryo aborted. We were devastated, but the doctors explained that the likelihood of Downs's syndrome is the same in a certain age group but it is independent from the number of impregnations. Therefore they said we could try. Was that wrong? She knew it to be but couldn’t help the desires that bled painful memories and fantasies in her heart. She had come to love her husband, after all he was not only drop dead gorgeous to look at in that sexy Irish way but also had a razor sharp mind. His tender love was a soothing balm on her lonely soul and she tried to make up for her dark unattainable desires by being a loving wife. She smirked in self derision and her look was caught by Kevin who put a heavy laden plate. Suddenly the first guy picked me up and flipped me over onto my back. He lifted my legs into the air and rested them across his chest. With one powerful thrust he was fucking me again. I could hear his thighs slapping against my soft ass as he looked down on me. Without even knowing what I was saying I spouted out, “YES!! OH GOD, PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME!!” He opened my legs and and now was on top of me with his hand around my throat squeezing. My eyes were closed as he removed his hand from.