He stood over my body with anerect stance, arms crossed over his chest. His physique wasmagnificent, arms and legs sculpted with long, full muscles.An... his eyes bore directly into mine, silently communicatingto me that I was safe with this stranger, despite theunusual and threatening circumstances of his arrival.Instinctively, without reservation, I let go of my fears,and opened my heart and my trust.Despite the warm thoughts that filled me, I was stillfeeling the cold of the night air, and I. I made it look like my cock had slipped out of Marsha’s cunt and I manipulated my cock with my hand until the head of my cock was pressing against her anal orifice. Then Marsha said, “Don, I have been getting ass-fucked by my late husband since I was sixteen. I absolutely love the feeling of a man’s cock deep inside my ass. I remember when I was young I got ass fucked by my husband three or four times a week. After he got old and could not get it up anymore a string of younger lovers from work. Jack was going to take some pictures, as only Jack can. Sad to say, but some of the pictures he would take were sure to be the last ones taken of some of the children. He was going to make free prints available to parents, no matter the condition of their children. Whether a kid had incurable cancer or had just had his tonsils removed, there was enough effort being put into it that all of them should have an enjoyable few hours.Today was December 20, and my school was closed for winter. " Mmm... and then it's time for you to get off for real," I teased."I'm going to hold you to that, buster," she laughed."I hope so," I said quietly. "I hope so."The next hour was one of the longest of my life, made more so by the always hovering presence of Michelle. Each time Heather would pass by she would shoot her coworker a dirty look, but Michelle seemed oblivious as always."What is it with her?" Heather hissed as she walked near my barstool."She keeps hitting on me," I admittedly.