Both of us were wearing swimming suits and were being all polite and friendly until we started discussing our former spouses. I told her about my seco...d wife needing to be licked on her asshole before she could have an orgasm. Being amazed, because no one had ever licked her asshole, that night, my friend in Ketchikan said, "I would love to find someone who would show me how that feels. But, I am not sure I could ever again speak to him, let alone ever kiss him again, knowing his tongue had. Then, to her irritation, just as the essay was beginning to take shape, she discovered that a reference crucial to her argument was not to be found in the pile of books she had already accumulated. She folded the inspirational sheet of paper and slipped it into one of the volumes on the desk to keep her page — it would not do for anyone to see it, after all — and hurried off to search the shelves for the book she needed.Laura, still watching from above, felt convinced that this piece of paper. I tightened my grasp on her wrists and she winced. I told her angrily to stop fighting me, that we were going to have sex and I didn't want to hurt her. After a short time, she calmed and just lay there, her eyes closed as tears slowly trickled down her cheeks and into her hair. Her initial sense of betrayal and shock, along with her struggling, had only left her exhausted and with the realization of what was going to happen between us regardless of whether she fought or not. She opened her. I had enough and shouted with a loud voice, which got people staring at us; "Piss off from my seat before I count to three!"I don't think they had expected anything like that from me because it put a stop to their laughs but not any attempt from Sandra's "boyfriend" to rise up."One -- two -- three."At three I hit him hard in his face with my right fist, which caused him to fall back with the chair. In an attempt to stop him falling, I gripped his hair with my left hand but got only a toupee in.