Loving and fighting and reconciling. Their first great-grandchild had just been born.The sex had always been pretty good. Neither of them had been a v...rgin before they met, and their wedding night had been more of an affirmation than a discovery of unknown delights.Blake remembered the night he had first done her ass. They had been married just a year, and Kim was pregnant for the first time. She was in her eighth month, and vaginal intercourse was out of bounds for a good while. She was the. I have no idea what her name is. I’ve never worked up the courage to do more than smile at her as we run past each other in the park. I had seen her for years before I got started running. She would be jogging down the side of the road as I drove by. I saw her many a mornings as I went to get breakfast at the Arches, or the King. It was often a surprise to me how far she would make it in the time I was sitting in the drive through. Anyway, I decided to get off my growing butt and put shoe to. The traffic was heavy and it was raining so it took longer than normal. I looked over at Hanna who again was studying her hands. I coughed to catch her attention and smiled at her. She smiled back at me. She looked really happy. When we arrived at the club I was placed on a plinth on the dance floor where I could be on display all night and have good view of Hanna’s surgery. The club quickly filled up. I could feel the bass through my pelvis and it made my pussy tingle. The time came for. The man lifted her out of the car as if she were nothing.She was scared. This farmer could do anything he wanted to her and she would be powerless to resist his strength. He set her gently down and she realized her state. In addition to being covered in shit the top of her sundress was torn and her left breast was hanging out. There was another tear up the back of her dress which showed off her ass and when she bent over her pussy. The foul smelling stuff was everywhere. She started to.