Still shivering and still naked she was prodded into walking along the corridor. When her knees buckled she was grabbed from behind and held up by a s...ldier who walked her along in front of him, gripping her breasts to support her and obviously enjoying the experience.When they came into a large wooden hut she was dumped unceremoniously on to a bed. A chain attached to the bed with a cuff on the other end was clipped to her ankle. A soldier said, "Toilet under bed is. Use, or you the floor. James gritted his teeth as he gently pushed his tool up inside the impossibly tight hole. The pressure around the head of his cock was increasing as he swelled and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to stop himself. "Oh shit, I'm cumming!" "Yeah, James!" do it in her ass man! Cum in her tight fucking ass!" And then James was over the edge. Despite a wailing cry from Ceras, he pushed the entire length of his swollen and twitching cock deep into her anal tunnel. His cum spewed plentifully. A little more than half were married couples. Of the single residents, three quarters were single widows and the rest single widowers like me. The single women more than outnumbered the single men.My first week at 'The Meadows', I met Monica while out for an early morning jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retired college professor who enjoys learning new languages, sailing and horse racing. She is energetic and smart, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a liberated woman who. The inevitable happened. Her intelligence had drawn me initially, while her beauty held me. We made love on my bed. The first time my entry had been painful, but she’d welcomed my loving, had even begged for more. My return ticket that time only had two weeks left. We spent every moment of every night together. Parting was difficult for us both. I couldn’t take her with me, she knew she couldn’t leave her own country. We’d agreed to end our contact, to not write or phone. Now, twenty years.