Earlier stored versionsof this story inadvertently omitted this credit.The story was written (on a typewriter!) shortly after theepisode aired in 1990... at that time, the author was in themiddle of his adolescence. If you choose to judge this story,the age of the author at the time of the story's creationshould be factored into it. My Wife As A DogBy Radioactive LonerIt was a cool day at Ricky's Bar, the place where I work. By "cool" I mean that the heater was down, so we were all freezing our. “Where would you find them?” I said. “We almost were in distress. When the Navy came after us ... or who ever they were.”John ... JW ... John Walter ... opened a drawer under the Navigation Station, took out several diaries and a pretty big stack of loose pages tied with a pink bow, “According to what he wrote, Damsels are to be found on Chaos.” He shook the ribbon stack, “Mom went with him.”He handed me a single book. Accidental Crossroads. I looked for permission.“Have at it,” John said.So. He had worn her out. For the best part of an hour, Rob had readied her anus. Using baby oil he had probed and stretched her back passage...reapplying oil every few minutes, using one, then two, and finally, three fingers. His patience had been exemplary, his preparation perfect. When the time arrived to insert his oil covered cock, into her arse hole, while not easy, his diligence in preparing her, without doubt, spared her the excruciating pain it would have caused otherwise. It took 15. She showed me how to gently pinch her nipples while I squeezed her breasts, and then started sighing and moaning quietly while she rhythmically ground her crotch around on my chest. Touching her hadnt given me a boner, but I got instantly hard as soon as she started making those sexy noises and thrusting her crotch against me. After a few minutes of that, she bent down to kiss me. Neither of us really knew how to kiss, so we just gave each other sloppy little pecks on the lips and cheeks. While.