He is the hero of my mind’s eye, tall and strong – sometimes thick and solid as an oak tree, sometimes lean and spry – always older and wiser, a...d always so strong. He doesn’t speak much but his voice is deep and slightly rough, his hair is wild, dark and curly – his eyes, always blue or gray or green, bore into my sole and read every thought. He scoops me up as though I weigh nothing and holds me so close. Where he carries me depends on my mood. If I’m still angry at this point, still hurt. ‘Do you like that?’ he asked. ‘Yes!’ Mary hissed in reply. ‘Oh, yes, darling!’ Matt cupped one of her pendulous breasts and began rolling the nipple back and forth with his thumb. His erotic assault was having the desired effect on Mary. Matt began to thrust against her, and again the swollen purple head of his erection probed Mary’s anal pucker. Without realizing what she was doing, Mary pressed back against him. She wanted him in her there! She wanted him in her ass! ‘Push! Oh, God! Push!. The monks they met were eager to explain their work and pass them onto others of their brethren who were equally keen to show them around. To Sandra the whole trip was magical, the history, the tranquillity and the solitude washed over her leaving her drained of all emotion. They took their time as the afternoon wore on. Sandra absorbed everything, she wanted to remember this place for the rest of her life, she never, never wanted to forget it. Eventually though they had seen everything and. “Well it’s only right he should, you're are an Anal slut.”My reply makes her lift herself up slightly and look at me directly in the eyes. To the sound of Screams and exclamations, coming from the TV, she says, “Only for you darling, only for you.”She returns to resting her head on my shoulder and her gaze returns to the unfolding porn. My thoughts start to work out a plan.Fifteen minutes in and Red Riding Hood is working the room. Five Guys so far have deposited there load in several of her.