Well he is your husband and this is your house. You live here NOW! Do I have to fuck him? She asked defiantly. No, you dont have to even touch him if ...ou dont want too and he wont force himself on you. Right fuck head. Right. I echoed not knowing why I even responded to his question. So what do I have to do? Get me a pen and paper. Dave demanded. I went to the phone stand and got a bic pen, a small note pad and tossed them to him. OK, he said as he took the cap off of the pen. RULES and wrote. After getting a room I assumed my usual position of ass up, face down with the door wide open. It wasn't long before a 40's Latino top wandered in. He had a beautiful, uncut, plump 7" cock, so I immediately began sucking on his dick & it wasn't long before it was rock hard. He must have been really horny, because he forced me down onto the bed, got on top of me, & started forcefully jamming his cock down my throat & had me gasping for air. Now, I don't mind sucking dick, but I was really there. Power and strength nearly oozed through the very air. A whore’s excitement boiling within. The slither of lace as the bra falls. A shift of hips, assisting the hand slipping under the elastic band clinging to trim muscles and long flanks. She steps from the silky puddle caressing her feet, and stands naked and glowing in the flash of lightning and the heat of his gaze. A whisper against her ear, rich voice, a fan of breath. Compelling baritone, hot and sexy. Slowly, he pushes two fingers deep. He was tired of being alone. I held out my hand and he took it. It was funny, he looked 17 but acted ancient. The kids saw it and took to him immediately. We all looked to him for advice.I remembered the foxfire books and decided to emulate 'em. I got the kids in on it, too. One book described the questions that they'd give anyone they were interviewing for the books. We started with that and went nuts. Karl was from the back of the back. He'd plowed with mules, hunted coon and deer, and knew.