She reached into a desk drawer, pulled out a form and threw it across the desk at my father."Fill that out!" she glowered.He began filling in the form... so I decided to sit down for a bit since it might take some time, Mrs Donnal spent most of the time glaring at me. I grinned at her, exposing the full glory of my teeth, which caused her mouth to open in shock, but then she turned away, giving me only the occasional fearful glance.While we waited, the head teacher, a friendly grey haired woman. The man's back was to me, slightly bent. Hands gripping my wife's hips. His dark tan lines highlighted the whiteness of his ass as his buttock's muscles tightened and flexed with each forward thrust. His balls swung obscenely back and forth as he slid his cock in an out of her. They were oblivious to my presence. In the mirror above the counter I could see my wife's face twisted in concentration. Her eyes closed, her breast swinging in rhythm to the steady stream of breathless grunts and moans. The motion set my long, braided swinging. This could not be real, I refused to let it be so. There was a pressure about me. In my head? No something deeper, etherial, almost spiritual, a force pushing against my very being. Not knowing how, I pressed back, as if denial alone could change reality. Something shifted. A blink of the eye, and everything was normal once more.The gun was on the floor. Not some gaudy accessory, but the cold steel I had carried to rescue my wife. Once again, I wore my. .............did you like what we did tonight?.........Rachel is so good, maybe you didn't get what she was doing............" The bridge in that song.. that Clifford Brown song you did.....when your eyes connected...Rachel is so amazing..when you were singing the parts together with no lyrics........just s**tting on "No Anesthetic"?........I love this. I love to see you doing this............... of course my penis is enlarged.....................how, how could it not be, Silkie?"Silkie:.