"Smells like something died. Let's hope it isn't the damsel." It couldn't be the trapper; he died too long ago. This smells like three day old roadkil.... I really hope it isn't Damsel Katrina." Rolly, I saw something move." Where?" See that rock outcropping by the back corner of the field." Yes." OK, to the left of it, about a quarter of the way down the edge, back in the woods some. There, it just moved again." It's big."They watched for a few more minutes trying to make out what was moving in. This went on for several years.I went on and finished school and later joined the service; I turned 18 a month after joining up. After boot camp, I was given a 7-day pass. Stopped by home and had a 2 day visit with Dad. He had re-married. I did not think too much of his new wife as she seemed to always be on the phone talking to someone. I left there and went to see Chris, Sam and Mom. When I got there, Mom was waiting for me at the Bus Station. I ask about Chris and Sam and was told. Nancy's fingers starting to touch the outline of it and really starting driving me crazy. She told me she wanted to do something, but first I had to promise to never tell my wife what she was going to do. I could barely talk but somehow said sure. She then told me to stand up. When I did she loosened my belt, pulled my pants down and started to play with my cock. She took it in her mouth, and licked the head of my cock while playing with my balls. She then withdrew and blew on the wet head and. Unable to hold out any longer, she wailed and bucked against my face, her cunt muscles clasping around my invading fingers, while issuing a fresh supply of warm juices. “Fuck me!….Fuck me now!…Please?” she begged as her hands let go of my head. It was a request! It was an order! I had to comply! My cock was rigid to the point of painful. I wanted, …no. … I needed to be inside her! I crawled up her body, kissing and licking the beads of sweat that formed on her belly and between her breasts. By.