Pushing the door open with force, he stepped into the bedroom. Into her bedroom.She was on the bed, tears streaming down her face. Looking at him with...fear in her eyes. She threw the bedside lamp at him as she screamed, “Get out! Get the fuck out!”He glanced at the dent in the wall and the shattered lamp on the floor. Slamming the door closed to quelch his anger before turning back to her.Her eye was still bruised and there was now a cast on her arm from the fight a week earlier. He looked at. “I want you to fuck me, Dexter. Fuck me right now.”She flipped onto her stomach, put her elbows beneath her chest and raised her heart-shaped ass into the air.“Come on, lover, you want my little pussy? Come on fuck it. Fuck me like a big bull.”He did as he was asked. The first thrust almost made Annabelle pass out. Like a speeding train running off the track, the cock inside her felt totally out of control. She couldn’t help but scream. But Dexter didn’t stop, he just kept going. Every stroke. Once on the island he flapped a blanket out on the sand and dug a narrow hole for the umbrella. So, umbrella out, blanket down, and goodies on the side he set to work baiting their hooks.She took her rod, an old spinner, and made her first cast, a good one. He did the same, nothing happened. They got a few nibbles and waited. Every now and then she or he would pull in their lines and rebait the hooks. There were little scampers out there, probably little perch or blue gills cleaning off their. "Some of these songs have words." I was running through some folk and bluegrass standards, simple songs with simple chords and I found that as my fingers limbered and remembered, I could add the licks and the pickings to bring them to another level. A quick spate of internet activity and we printed out lyrics and soon, Cindy and I were doing duets.I heard a knock on the trailer door. Cindy looked at me and reached beside the sofa, pulling my pistol. She had it cocked and ready. I eased to the.