Dan Johnson.’ Molly smiled slightly and shook her head again. ‘I’m sorry,’ she apologized. ‘I’m not very good with names, and I sort of k...ep to myself anyway…so I don’t really remember anyone…’ ‘It’s okay,’ Dan interrupted. ‘I don’t mind. I’m not very noticeable.’ Molly was surprised to hear him use exactly what she’d been thinking, but tried to shrug it off. ‘Aren’t you here with someone?’ she asked. ‘No,’ he said. ‘My parents had to force me to come. They think that it’s not healthy for me. But I wasn't going to let it go. You don't when you're a man. It might have been better for you if the law allowed me a swing. I'd a knocked you around, you'd apologize, I'd buy you a drink, we'd laugh.Instead, I made your wife scream. I didn't wait. After you calmed down and your phone stole your focus, I looked up those stairs and back to my boys. My second nodded. He knew the job; he'd continue. Make sure your marble went in nice and tight. We don't ever let the work slide, but I hadn't. He starts to fuck her steady and hard. Not the frantic fucking of a boy, but, the cool steady pounding of a confident man. uuunnnnghhhhhh , she cries out as he spreads her insides wide. Her breath catches in her throat, she knows who’s in control. He gives her three more strokes and SMACK! He slaps her ass. AAAAAh! She cries as, SMACK!, he does it again. Over and over he slaps her ass cheek turning them red and hot. She reaches back to slow the assault and he grabs her arms. He holds them. She kept at a distance, just content to watch him, enjoying the precision of his movements when chopping vegetables, uncorking a bottle of wine, doing all simple things well... That was him, he had always done things well. She had been the sloppy one. He had always been perfect in her mind.She kept looking at him, the years had not tarnished him, they had given him strength, had added silver hairs to his temples and some expression lines around his mouth. To her, he stood larger than life,.