Her voice was unmistakably American, but carried with it an air of authority, and therefore a complete expectation of the immediate and satisfactory s...rvice of her yet to be specified requirements. This was no retiring mousey housewife in denial of her husband’s moral shortcomings or depression because she suspected her husband of walking all over her, by having an affair of the heart, without considering the consequential damage to his own wife’s heart.“I am Marcia la Mare...” she started.. We both agreed to give it a try, and we decided that I should get undressed, and cleaned out with a nice cleansing enema (one of the perks of anal play), and then,get on my hands and knees, on the bed, and wait for him and the party to commence. I forgot to say there were a few other friends present. My friend who was doing me was very good, and went extremely slowly. Now I had had a good deal of experience getting anally fucked and loved it. Part of the thrill here, was first the enema, then. And what was so terrible about her daughter finding out she had a boy friend? The k*d probably was shacked up with someone at school herself, he thought with growing anger.Then it occurred to him that Cassandra’s flirtations and open passes during the day may have gotten Paulette jealous anyway. She had been extremely cool but that was part of their plan. Now he had his doubts about whether she was acting or not. For all he knew, the twenty-year-old girl may have driven a wedge between. We headed across the fields and over the hill, following the occasional whiff of smoke. Our feet crunched through the ice crusted snow, and the ice covered stubble wet the bottoms of our pants. I was beginning to think I was crazy, hiking over hills, following that wisp. I sure as Hell was cold, and my coat was beginning to feel clammy. Dangerous. We needed shelter, and we needed it soon.We topped a hill, and there below we glimpsed the light from a door opening then closing again. As we.