It happened just as the fantasy was reaching its zenith. I had wanked that morning about Debbie and a pizza delivery boy (a cliché, but a favourite)....We were at home, having drunk nearly three bottles of Chardonnay between us. It was getting late and Debbie was cuddled against me on the sofa. We were watching a late night chat show on TV. They were discussing erotic literature and one of the feminist contributors was dismissing a book as perpetuating the old misogynist fantasy of wife sharing,. Again, I apologize."Haplin turned to go, but Jeff put out his hand. Haplin looked at it, then clasped it hard in his. "I don't know what you said to him, but he's scared shitless of you." I told him to never touch my daughter or any of these women again. I didn't threaten him per se, but it was the same thing."Haplin stood for a moment looking at Jeff, then, "I might not be able to take a belt to his ass, but I've just made up my mind to sell that rifle. I'll take the money and put it on his. I called her, but my relatives were in house hence would not be successful, as she was talking over the phone I kept staring at her = everything. And openly when no one was seeing I started massing my penis. When she was exiting, I said she looks awesome. She said I was joking and she ran off to her house. Next instance was when there was no water and she wanted to take water from my house. She had to take water from behind and to walk through a passage. I waited there and she passed by me each. These they tucked between Bethany’s buttocks and pulling slightly, opened her bottom even further as they attached the hooks to the metal frame. It was if the girl had been directed to reach back and take hold of her own rear, spreading it. The tiny brown star of Beth’s rear end winked at them as Tasha snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and picked up a bottle of lubricant oil. She laid a hand on Bethany’s rump, lightly squeezing.?How often have you had anal sex, Bethany??Robert Sterling.