She smiled again, remembering how she and Kim would always manage to find one of natures 'picnic tables', usually an old rock or tree, on their walks....She settled against the tree and sat, taking a sip of water to re-hydrate. Her right hand rested on her thigh. Even that soft touch of her finger tips sent little jolts of pleasure through her. The stillness of the moment was beautiful. There was not a sound to be heard aside from the birds way up in the trees above. It was like the world was. Returning to the kitchen, I poured the rest of my drink back into the bottle. I wasn’t a great investigative mind like Sherlock Holmes or even a detective out of a book like Spenser, the character invented by Robert B. Parker. My mind set was finding the problem and fixing it. Okay, I finally thought, I need to call the police first thing. My phone call to the police was less than satisfying. ‘911, what is your emergency?’ ‘I came home and my wife is missing,’ I answered. ‘Are there signs of a. The floor felt cold and wet against her bare knees as she pawed indiscriminately at brass, leather and denim. She pulled down his zipper and clumsily unpeeled tight, branded white boxer shorts. A dark brown cock sprang towards her face, the first she had ever seen; it was hard, long and poker straight, and her eyes greedily traced thick, strong, black veins meandering like mighty rivers down its shaft from the rounded mountain of its crown. It was much bigger than anything in her limited. It was around seven inches long and pretty thick. He tapped it on my pelvis as he said "You gonna be able to handle this, baby?" I bit my bottom lip as I looked at it. "I don't know," I replied. "Only one way to find out." Sean pressed his head against my hole and forced it in. My jaw dropped uncontrollably and I let out a high pitched gasp as he forced about an inch into me. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "So fucking tight!" He continued to rock it in and out, trying to work it deeper into my tight.