"Becky lifted her skirt, pushed her panties aside and guided my stiffening cock towards her asshole. She stroked it a few times and when I was hard en...ugh for her, she put it in. God she was tight, but well lubricated so I slid right in. She did all the work, raising and lowering herself onto me. I let her fuck me while I watched my future bride make love to her dog. For that is what Brenda was doing. She began with long gentle strokes all over his body; then she nuzzled her head under his chin. She slipped off her desk, her breasts almost right before my eyes. They were large and looked so fetching with her gold cross nestled in her ebony cleavage. It was such an arresting sight.“You like that?” she asked.My cheeks burned. “I was just admiring your cross. You must go to church.”“Proud member of Holy Gospel Revival,” she said. “Know it?”“The, uh, Black church,” I said, blushing. “I'm sorry, that didn't come out right.”“No, no, that's what it is.” She took a step closer. “But that's not. The three men trotted off in different directions and returned a quarter of an hour later. They each shook their head. ‘Nothing, Kirk,’ said the one identified as Rick. I went back about a quarter of a mile. Noone behind us.’ ‘Good. I contacted the farmhouse. Lorenz is there. He said to deal with them as I saw fit.’ He turned to the would be killers. ‘Sonny, Ron, your own words when you got here indicated your intent was to kill me. At the very least, you are guilty of assault with a deadly. Abby reacted like I did, maybe even worse since he was our father and we loved him as much as we could possibly love someone like him. One main reason I hadn’t talked to Abby since then was because she, once again, gave me no way to contact her and I was tired of hunting her down just to ask how her week was going. The only thing that worked out was my moving into a dorm because now I didn’t have to worry about someone giving me a ride over to my classes. I was only a half-hour away from.