And he could not deny any longer that he did not enjoy it. Fuck. Was he losing his gay card?He leaned in and kissed Anna on the mouth. It was intended...to be a short kiss, but it never broke. He let out a moan against her lips as they started to make out again. Anna grabbed his hands and brought them to her tits. He squeezed and groped them as if it were a reflex reaction. By now it probably was.Anna began to stroke his half-hard cock. He batted her hand away and their kissing went on. He let go. " This only drove King insane with lust as he pressed forward sending the thick head past her tight pussy lips making her yelp out with desire. Amy almost screamed out with joy and lust in her voice as she said, "That's it you black bitch give it to me. Show me what it's like to be fucked by a black man."It didn't take but several good strokes before he was sending her that thick cock to the hilt in her sacred married pussy."Oh god yes baby it's so good. I never thought it would be this damn. I had forgotten how to wear clothes. I dimly remembered wearing pajamas on the trip from a hospital in Arizona. At Mackie I now dressed head to toe routinely. The worst of it were the heavy boondockers. The drill instructors wore jump boots. Boondockers were ankle-length. For wilderness use gaiters were worn over the boots to keep stuff from falling into the boot. At first, it was like strapping bricks to my feet. Eventually I managed to learn walking again. I gradually ceased stumbling and. At this point Anne realised that what Wendy was holding was a small automatic pistol.“Never mind who,” said Wendy, “we’re here to sort you out.”“Really? And how do you...”Wendy thumbed the hammer back and theatrically operated the mechanism sliding a round into the chamber. The gun fired with a loud bang. The man was visibly shaken, as indeed was Anne, who clearly had no idea as to what Wendy intended. Neither at that point did Wendy, not having intended to fire the gun, but she had no idea.