It was supposed to be a kiss but was more like cat claws scraping across her skin.At the same time, the other calloused hand reached roughly into her ...anties, rubbing her clit as if rubbing off a scratcher ticket.A thousand thoughts ran through her mind. Was she being assaulted? She still had the knife in her hand! No, she knew those calloused hands and that musky, sandalwood cologne; she gave that to him every year for his birthday. She knew it was her husband. And she knew that this was one. Just before school was out the year that I turned thirteen mom decided that we should go hiking. She bought all the necessary things. Tent, sleeping-bags, stow and you name it and she had bought it. I wasnt that thrilled but since I love mom very much I soon was almost as enthusiastic about it as she was.We had a conference about were to go and decided on an rather steep, woody ridge about twenty miles from home.We started our trip to the ridge on a sunny Sunday morning and when we reached the. . He just had to find out a way to get out of the prison.Back at home, I ran after mom as she arrived crying and went direclty to her room. A few moments later, the black man came in and went directly to my parents' room.Standing outside, I heard mom shouting and screaming, and the priest was saying nothing. Then I heard the sound of pants hitting the floor, and suddenly mom was silent.The blac bastard wanted to make my pregnant mother shut up so he took his huge cock and shoved it in her. The Frisbee went faster and faster. I played all of my old tricks, to put the Frisbee close but not close enough to be caught properly. The woman had very good reflexes, and hand/eye coordination. It did not take her long before she to was trying to get me to miss. The boy set up a howl, for his turn, and I threw it to him, in a gentle arc.I moved to a different position, and we had a three way toss. The boy enjoyed this and laughed at our antics at trying to catch the elusive device. I tried.