She denied first by saying no because it will hurt. I then convinced her by saying that if we do things in right way, it would not hurt. She told me, ...he never had got her ass fucked by her husband. That gave me a clue to convince her more. Then I turned her, she lay on the back on her stomach, and then I put my middle finger in her ass slowly. She felt nice this gave her some courage. I asked her for some oil. She took the bottle of vatika hair oil and gave me. However, before I would fuck her. "Have you been working on that ass?" a woman asked. I was surprised, but then again it was a strange crowd. "Yes,"Wilma answered."And how about you," the stranger asked."Yes I have been working on it as well," I replied."You are going to be glad that you did," she said with a laugh. Then she just walked away."What was that all about," I asked."How would I know, these are your friends," Wilma said."They might be my friends, but you seem to be right into it. I can't believe you wore your running. ’ ‘But you love her, Dad!’ ‘Yes, I do, but she doesn’t love me, Bridget. I’ve told you a thousand times I let your mother down very badly and I don’t think she will ever be able to forgive me for doing that.’ ‘But I’m sure that Mother does love you, Dad.’ ‘Even if she does Bridget, love isn’t everything. You have to have trust and I destroyed any trust your mother had in me many years ago.’ ‘I’m going to talk to Mother,’ Bridget announced and left me alone with all the half-eaten meals. I’d. She had the intention of at least briefly doing something about her bikini lines while she went through all the material, trying to pick out what courses she wanted to take and work out a schedule.The only course she absolutely wanted to be sure she had on her schedule was English 101e, the course about researching and writing papers. Although in her own mind Susan wasn't planning on darkening the door of Spearfish Lake High School ever again, if it worked out that she still could get a diploma.