"He walks away gingerly and I'm alone. I sigh, finally. It feels right to be alone. My blond curls shield my face, and I narrow my vision to a square ...f linoleum. That's why it comes as shock when a hand shoves my shoulder and I bang into the lockers."You Puckett?" A senior sneers, pushing me again. I recognise him from the basketball team, him and two of his buddies. I get a bad feeling about this, but I'm sick of running."Yeah, what of it?"He stabs a finger in my chest, "You made my baby. We both froze in place as we heard voices approaching. Two women walked past our door, chatting about the outfits they had picked out. I met her eyes in the mirror and we both tried not to laugh. After a moment they passed, and we heard their voices muffled as they closed another dressing room door behind them. With a wicked look, she pushed back against me, and we started up again. It only took a moment to get our groove back. Still leaning on the bench with one hand, I watched her reach. I knew I was helpless and would just have to accept my fate. I began to relax and got used to the feeling of fake man’s cock partially in my ass. It really hurt when Jean pulled it out and then rammed it back in me. I decided the best thing to do was to just stay still and get used to it. Then Jean seemed to mellow and she began to gently move her cock back and forth into my ass. For the first time I was slowly being fucked in the ass by my wife for the first time. Soon the pain disappeared. Except Ronni.She always sat and talked to me for at least a few minutes; it was pretty much the only part of the barbeques I liked.One time she saw me looking at the wives. “Don’t worry about them none, Wendy. They don’ mean anything by it.” She stared at them for a moment, with a touch of sadness. “They’re just all in the same lifeboat, clinging to each other ‘cause they don’t know what else to do.”She cocked her head a bit, studying them, then went on. “The guys ... our guys ... we know.