She felt him withdraw from her as he dropped her legs.“I’m. Next, I’m NEXT,” the man behind said. Kristen filled with a new dread. She thought...it would be over when the big man had finished with her. The truth dawned on her realizing every one of these nasty men in this dirty, grimy bar would use her. The dread of being fucked to death once again blossomed in her mind. Or worse, surviving to bear some bastard child and her husband deserting her. Kristen was helpless. She could see the next one. I'm good to go. I selected a functional wardrobe: camo cargo pants, an olive drab surplus army shirt with epaulets, and a pair of used Desert Storm combat boots wrapped up in a vintage M-60 government-issued field jacket. Standing before the full-length mirror, I repositioned the contraband eagle feather in the hatband of my brown fedora and gulped before I burst out laughing. Trick or treat anyone? On my way to the armory, I slipped into the kitchen. Caffeine is the genie in the Java. I warmed. You need to go out with other women and be seen in public.”I tilted my head, “I hadn’t even thought of that. I wasn’t going out very often before I met you, but I think you’re right. I promise I won’t ditch you guys if you promise not to ditch me. We’re going to have this problem until you’re both at least eighteen. That’s three years. Do you think we can hide this for that length of time?”Chris said, “We can sure try. I think we’ll get in a routine and it’ll come naturally after a. Lol. So The friend was at the bar while the couple were still trying to work over my wife, so I went up to him and asken him if he always joins them in 3somes and what his story was. And he proceeded to tell me they do this almost twice a month and usually are sucessful. I informed him that his friend said to my wife that the two of them were hung and I asked if that was true and he said yes but his friend was thicker than him. I asked if he didn't mind me asking how big he was and he said a.