She was an excellent cook. One aunt in particular, had gone out of her way to teach her things. The Aunt was from Germany, and had met and married her...Uncle while he was serving there. She had enjoyed listening to her speak, with her accent. It had been most charming. Uncle Joel had spent 6 years there, and had fallen in love with her, and, ultimately marrying her. She was, in part, responsible for Dolly's love of the outdoors. Her Dad was responsible for the MOST part.HE was the owner of an. Terry found us together. He untied my husband and shook him awake. “Huh? I’m so sleepy.”“Feeling any pain, Pal?” Terry grinned.I scooted back and curled into a fetal ball, watching this horrid man destroy my husband.“I know what this is, you bastard. I tried it in high school.”“Yeah, well this time it’s gonna take.” He came around to my side of the bed and sank one knee into the mattress. It depressed several inches from his weight. “God, I hate beds.” He sank his other knee on the bed and had. I picked a corner where I knew no one could see us if they walked through the alley and got on my hands and knees.Blackie walked around behind me and quickly got up on my back gripping me as he began to hump. Again I moved around until he was able to find the mark and thrust into me. He was gripping me for better position as I thrust back onto his cock wanting every inch of it inside me. Blackie was humping like it was the first fuck of his life. I met every thrust. When I felt Blackie tighten. " Yeah, I guess so. Aren't you going to tell me?" Terry felt the words leave his lips. He felt vulnerable after the lengthy confession of this handsome stranger."Your suspicions are right. Things got better, but not right away. I did go to prison. I was extradited. Doesn't sound better, does it?" No," admitted Terry."I wound up in a prison in North Dakota, serving a ten year sentence I knew I wouldn't survive. There were already seven men there who belonged to the group I still owed.