We walked into the room of the old WW II Quonset hut and found twenty or so students, both male and female, sitting at desks while some guy acted as m...derator. It was their first meeting, and he was outlining the "rules and procedures" of the group, trying to give it some manageable structure I suppose.I looked around and saw a smattering of what I thought to be the usual geeks and keeners I expected to see, but at the same time, I saw some other faces that didn't fit the profile. More. ”Sue opened the door of the refuge. It was on a bolt and chain, so only opened a few inches. “This is a place of sanctuary for abused and battered women,” she told the person on the other side coldly. “If you need to talk to us, please arrange an appointment.” She made to close the door, but a foot was shoved into the door to stop it closing. To Sue and the other refuge helpers, this was nothing new. Nor was their standard way of dealing with it. She picked up a heavy lump-hammer from off the. ”“Ooh, mysterious errands,” she said, walking into the bedroom. “Are you going to get a Christmas present for little old me?”“Should I?” I said, putting on my best innocent look.She sidled up next to me, took my arm, and wiggled around a little bit. “Well, I’ll be thinking of you while you’re gone,” she said.Yes, I was going to get a Christmas gift for my wife. And she knew it, of course. These are the kinds of games people who have been married for a long time play.My distaste for Christmas. I sit back, slide my hand up and swirl the lube around with my fingers, slowly slipping the tip of one into your tight cinnamon ring."Are you ready, Baby?" I ask."Yeah," you reply breathlessly, your forehead still on the back of the couch."Do you want me to take you like this, or do you want to watch me, like the time we used the vibrator?" Start like this, but I want to cum watching you fuck my ass." How hot is that?I now have my finger in all the way, sliding in and out slowly, loving the.