She reached for the buttons of my shirtfront, but I stopped her. “Let’s enjoy ourselves like this, first,” I told her. “We have as long as we ...eed.” I had her stand up and face away from me, then I mischeviously pressed the salwar fabric into the crack of her butt, smoothing it in from the bottom to the top. “Hey,” she said, and I pulled her towards me. She sat on my lap suddenly, and I shifted her hips back so that my cock was pressing against her ass cheeks. She got the idea, and twisted. I quickly tracked down the nickname, so I’d be able to find out who was the sender. Of course, as I had suspected, it came from college student Mr. “X” and I laughed out loud, for I imagine this was funny. I wondered what other details this guy would mention if he had the chance on future messages in the web. Of course he had failed to mention my other goodies in his meticulous message, though!! I took for granted he had fallen in love with me. He proposed to date me in his next mail, and the. Neither he nor I were really interested, but the other men made an issue of it so we agreed to a little contest.The first round was shooting with two hands at 40 feet; I had an ulterior motive in mind—I was testing Orville to be my first instructor if he was a good as he and the cowhands thought. We each fired off 10 rounds and it was a draw. Both of us hit the bull's eye with every shot. The next phase of the contest was one-handed at the same distance, slow fire. Again, it was a tie, we both. But, like Anne, he realised that he had no regrets, and knowing that Anne had just broken their wedding vows merely excited him even more.Seeing that he did not demur at her unabashed confession of infidelity, Anne continued, "Jan suggested that we join them in the restaurant this evening, and afterwards, come back here for more fun. He said that he expected that Margrethe would want you to fuck her in all her holes before the night was out, so he would bring you some pills to help you stay.