Onward Itrudged.When I reached the open area at the head of the ravine, thecontrast was dizzying. A huge bowl-shaped amphitheater roseup from where I ...tood, maybe half a mile across. It was likebeing an ant crawling around the drain of a bathtub. Thebuttery-yellow stone surfaces were smooth and soft looking,but the upper rim of the bowl was ragged with themountainous serrations. A few scraggly pale-green cottonwoodtrees were clumped off to one side of me, their rootssearching for some. ”“They? Who’s they?”“Most of the brass. Watch your ass, Grim. There’s a couple of Feds with them. What’d you do now?”“Feeling the love, Sarge.”“Like I said, watch your ass. Even if you’re innocent, it would be just like them to get the MPD involved in some idiot scheme.”I nodded at him. It was just like when I was in the Army. You always wanted to keep an eye on the officers, because they were always coming up with something that could get you killed! “I hear that!” I said feelingly and went to. “Has my naughty mom dreamed of fucking in this position?” David whispered into her ears. He slowly slid down and kissed her neck. Samantha struggled to keep her body from wiggling too much. “Ya, baby, I have dreamed of us fucking in every position that I know.”“Good, Mommy, I will be fucking you in every position that humans have ever fucked.”Samantha threw her head up as David slowly kissed her from her neck to her breast. Her hands were wandering all over his naked back, exploring his. Marsha moaned. Was it a moan of pain, of frustration? Or pleasure? Dave motioned his wife Karen to move aside. He had removed a long leather thong from the same drawer that held the dreaded leather strap. He swung the thin strand of leather it past Marsha’s head, ensuring that she made the dreadful connection between the whistling of this new instrument and her vulnerable ass. With expert precision, Dave flicked the end of the thong against Marsha’s puckered hole. A hissing gasp,.