” He was all smiles and joy, but the underlying message was clear. Trouble was on its way.For almost a week, Jack’s guys put their defensive plan ...nto motion. The grounds were wired so tightly that we knew when the old groundhog waddled from her nest under the pole barn, to her favorite lunch spot to see what the kitchen left out for her. Our guards were drawn inside, while Jack’s special group moved silently among the trees, using the swales and hollows to stay invisible to those who were. She could hear the roar of a tank engine. The rebels must have turned the local garrison.There was a bang, and the bathroom was filled with white smoke. A cannon shell filled with white phosphorous and gone off in the bedroom, filling it with flaming material that would either burn or suffocate anyone there. Choking, she staggered through the smoke into a hallway and made her way toward the stairs at the far end. Another shell, high explosive this time, blew in the walls behind her. The. Give her my cock, faggot," Stacy commanded me. "Put my big dick in your wife's mouth."It seemed like we were both under some kind of spell, my wife and I, neither of us able to resist the woman who sat on the bed smiling as I held her long fat cock in my fist. I used my left hand to push my wife's open mouth down around the pinkish glans, staring as that shemale fuckstick disappeared between my wife's pouting lips. Stacy wasn't forcing either of us, not obviously anyway, but she possessed some. The only thing I didn't want to do was drive 7 hours out of our way to let my wife visit her old college roommate Maria in upstate Maine.In some old pictures I saw Maria was about 40 pounds overweight, had bad hair, and didn't shave her underarms. June even told me Maria had a real shithead boyfriend. Great. Still, my wife had roomed with her for two years at Penn State, and they got along super. So, fine, I would waste hours driving there and back, and a day while they told stupid college.