Connie sat on the bed beside my wife.“Come sit here” Connie said as she patted the bed. I did as I was told.“So” Connie began. “You now know...the events of Book Club. But this is just the beginning. Your wife will not be going home…. Not ever again. She belongs to me and this life that I have chosen for her.”I was shocked and didn’t know what to say.“You are welcome to join us here” Connie continued “That is, if you ever want to see your wife again. But there will be explicit rules... for both. There should be no way I could be sitting in a tent somewhere by a lake, let alone sitting cross-legged. I was far too old for that shit.So I looked at myself for the first time, and damn it, I wasn't me!After 93 years, you know yourself pretty well. 93 years of staring at your own face in the mirror every day makes you pretty good at knowing the nooks and crannies of what makes you, YOU. This didn't even take that much familiarity. I was looking at the legs and hands of someone much younger.. Coming around the back of the bumper I caught movement in my peripheral vision the moment I passed into view. I barely made it back into cover before bullets whizzed through the spot I had just occupied. I had moved back fast enough that I lost balance, falling on my back.Looking under the SUV, past the rear tires, I could see feet slowly moving towards the spot I just vacated. Instead of facing the attacker face to face I rolled to my left shoulder to get a steady position, and fired once into. After washing up after dinner i couldn't wait to get into bed and bury my cock balls deep in Ella's wet cunt. Just as i was about to enter her soaking wet cunt we heard Bess crying so Ella went to comfort her.After about 20 minutes Ella returned and told me Bess was very upset and could i go and try and console her as she couldn't.So went to Bess's room where she was sitting on the side of the bed crying i sat down beside her put my arm around her as she rested her head on my shoulder. Words.