"I am happy to say that I was the reason the bunnies didn't end up in the stew pot. They got their reprieve because a huge possum caught himself in on... of my snares. The thing had to have been four feet long from his nose to his rat-like tail. He wasn't real fat, but he weighed at least ten pounds or so.A possum is not the tastiest of animals, but I'd eaten one in my youth, and it hadn't killed me. The one I ate was one I shot with my 22 rifle when I was a kid. My grandmother had a strict. It was hard and I could tell it was full of blood and ready for relief. “You still don’t know who I am for sure, do you?” “No,” I said sincerely. “Good,” he said, sliding the tip of his cock up and down my slit before easing it inside. Slowly, he pressed his thick prick inside my wet cunt until it hit my cervix. He didn't move for a moment, his hooded head tipping back toward the sky. I watched him take two huge breaths before he pulled out and rammed inside me again with force. “Oh fuck!” he. “Good, then it’ll be all mine for the taking, I think I’ll wait though, until we see who’s delivering the pizza.”As if on cue the doorbell rings; he lowers me, slides on a pair of shorts and goes to the door, leaving me breathing hard on the ground where he left me. “Aiden, how are you man?”I groan, it is Scott, my stepson’s best friend, I can’t hear the exchange between the two and I’m growing nervous.A moment or so later the two walk into the living room.“Gianna, what luck it is Scott, we. It was a lie and he knew it. The thought of his wife fucking another man was something he could never live with. He hoped his wife knew him well enough to realize it. Try as he would to get past it, he knew it would eventually drive them apart. It was a gamble; all he could do was hope and pray she would make the right decision. A tear broke free from the corner of his eye and ran down his cheek to the pillow below; it would be followed by several more before he finally drifted to sleep.It had.