I've also seen the way he looks at me sometimes. Those looks cause me to become aroused like nothing else, and yet, he's never touched me in an "inapp...opriate" way. And those looks, I just know, are not meant for me to notice, but I do. Oh, do I ever.Sometimes I feel like I'm on a damned pedestal and I hate it. I fucking hate it! I mean, if just having him look at me makes me feel so aroused that my panties are soaked through and through, what would his touch do to me? I almost believe that if. Now wake up Abigail, wake up, wake up."I very theatrically opened my eyes, smiled and commented that I musthave dozed off. While she commented that we should return next week, Iwas deciding what to do about these developments.The weekend passed much as the previous days, but now my wife was barelyspeaking to me, and she often referred to me as just 'girl'. Eventhen she now didn't ask me to do things, she simply ordered me. Myenjoyment of the whole thing was starting to wear off. I assumed. .. ' My resistance ebbed and I sighed deeply as Bruce pressed steadily and his male member started to part my anal flower successively. My lips parted in a silent moan as Bruce traveled thru my anal sphincter tube and his penile glans enter my rectum. I moaned in ecstasy as my anal sphincter closed behind Bruce's penile ridge and squirmed slightly as I felt Bruce penile shaft throb in pleasure! Bruce laid still, not moving, allowing my anus to adjust to the size of his man hood. ( As I have. Ben took the old scenic highway and was waving at us from Crown Point when we passed it. At the locks at Bonneville, we had a bit of a wait for some barges coming downstream. Ben came aboard and passed the keys to the van to Rachael, who would drive over the 'Bridge of the Gods' to Stevenson, Washington, and keep in touch by radio until we decided where we'd stop for the night. A little above Stevenson, the charts showed a river mouth with a boat ramp. We ended up there.We were free! Rachael.