The moment we were in I asked her how Susan was."She has some serious injuries. At the moment—" Can I see her?" I interrupted."She's in surgery righ... now. If you'll allow, I'll try to tell you as much as I can." Go ahead." Ms. Malone was brought in unconscious with numerous lesions and abrasions as well as multiple fractures. She had apparently been struck by an automobile moving at what I would estimate was a fairly high rate of speed, perhaps thirty or thirty-five miles an hour. Her worst. I just stared as he moved up behind her and began fucking her with his 50-year old cock. She said something to him and they both looked over at me and smiled and waved. She raised herself until her ample breasts were swinging free of the bench, bouncing with each thrust. "God, YESSSS, I LOVE getting fucked by a big cock" she screamed. Usually I cum once and then go to sleep but incredibly I was springing back to life for a third time. Steve thrust into my wife and smirked as he watched a male. Or the first time she had agreed to have sex for a story, but never like this. Anna's hart started to race as the strong hands ripped open her bra. She felt the cool air hit her breasts. She knew what was coming, and smile flickered across her face. A man's hands squeezed her breasts, there were large and slightly rough. Definitely male, Anna thought. Suddenly Anna knew someone was behind her. She could feel someone tracing a finger down her back, teasing her. The man's hand slid down her. Cut off the water. They could keep their shitty food. It too was poison. She wished Bill would stop by. Damn him, anyway. When he’d been courting her, you couldn’t have driven him off with a stick. It was the Depression, but nobody in Cherokee County really noticed much difference. You ate what you grew and spent most of the summer stocking up for winter. Then you sat around and waited for spring. Told stories. Played games with the kids. As for going places, well, where the hell would you want.