You know it was an accident and it wasn't totally your fault."He answered, "Shit Jack, I've never killed a friendly and I sure as hell don't know how ...his isn't my fault. I'm the one that smacked the grenade that killed him."I attempted to console him and soon reminded him, "Yeah, after the fuckers had been firing at us forever! Hell, we're lucky we survived and that was only because of your quick thinking."Masha came over and said, "Ben, I am sorry for what happened."Elena came up and. He wiped his cock on my ass cheeks before standing up. “Get yourself back in the car, I’m driving”. As he left, I was torn between sobbing and shouting for joy. I physically felt the best I had in years. An amazing orgasm and warm body high were weighed against self loathing at the betrayal of my husband and traumatic sex in the middle of nowhere with an old man.I trudged back to the car like a zombie. The ride back to his house was done in silence. When we got there, he walked inside, taking. It was an evolutionary oddity, a humanoid-type thing, only four feet high, yet very densely and powerfully built—about 250 pounds of intense skeletal strength and muscle. All of which was covered with hair—a dark, swarthy thing. It usually walked upright on two feet, but occasionally dropped to four, like a gorilla or orangutan. This rare creature was more human than primate—but nowhere nears as intelligent as homo sapiens. It was uncivilized, and hence naked, saved for its coarse. His thrusts became more forceful. My breasts were plastered against his chest as the tempo of out love making became faster and faster. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. I tried to match it, gasping for breath that I didn’t need. ‘Myron, ohhh, Myron. Please, please,’ I begged him. I felt him plunge all the way up into my cervix. He pounded me against the table. I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming. I bit him without my fangs. No matter what, I could never, would never, lose.