Xavier scurried to comply.The boy spread his legs, lifted them, and pointed his pretty toes. Aposition that had served his therapy sessions well over ...he past twoyears.Matt had waited long enough.He covered the defenseless boy with his superior body and then TORE theboy s asshole to shreds with one vicious thrust!OK.Maybe that s hyperbole.But it was a really strong thrust.And the boy s reaction was something Matt would never forget.Xavier emitted a long squeal of either lust or a mortal. I had three text messages and four calls from her. Well, to heck with her. I hope she sweat at least a little.It was on the way home that I decided on what it would be that I would do, at least for the moment. I would simply ignore her and her asshole doctor until I got the hard copy from Jim. I was going to prepare for whatever was going to happen. I was already thinking of divorce. I hadn't quite gotten to the place where I'd finally decided yet, but she'd disrespected me, and next to. I’d every now and then lean overand kiss Brad’s cock or Jim’s cock, and they took turns given my tummy atickle or idly tracing a finger through my pussy, open, wet, and sticky. Brad,who gave me new thrills he liked my body so much, asked me how I had managed tostay single. He had a mouthful of dacquiri when I responded “Oh, but Brad,I AM married!” He almost spit it out, he was so suprised. He asked,seriously, what would happen if your husband found out you. My sister, at the time, was about 4' 4, with a flat chest and long browny-blonde hair coming to just above her pert little ass, resting on top of her small, shapely thighs and tiny feet.I myself am called Matthew, usually known as Matt. At the time I was 4 '5 with short, spikey dark brown hair and a small, but wide frame. I've been called cute alot throughout my life, especially by friends of my older sister, Hannah, and my mother, Anne. Enough of descriptions and on with the story though. My.