This was influenced by a conversation, all characters fictional, all events fictional. There are real influences for most characters. And most are com...osites of multiple people. All sex scenes are consensual and between people of legal age. I know the scenes are not that great but hopefully are entertaining. I have deliberately mixed up a few places for the village, the hills would be a fictional outlier of the Cotswolds, the river could be any of that area. I was very upset, my life was in. I watched Mariel for a few days so that I knew her routine, the only thing that she did consistently was get off the school busat 4.15pm and walk through the cutting to her house, this was the most secluded part of her journey.I just hid myself behind a tree trunk as she came walking down the path, and then as she passed I sneaked up behind her and grabbed her from behind and placed a c*********ed cloth over her nose and mouth.She quickly lost conciousness and her legs went from under her.I. "Oh, yeah..." he groaned. Rebecca eased her finger from his ass, and pressed her first two fingers tightly together. She put them to his hole and pressed gently. Damien's butt muscles twitched in response to the unusual feeling. He didn't pull away though, trusting in Rebecca's sure touch. As she slowly pushed in, she rotated her fingers, trying to ease their passage as best she could. She got them in to the first knuckle, and paused. She twisted them around, easing them back out, then. He'd taken it, and waved it like a wand, and put my beautiful wife under his spell. And she had been his, All his. She had ached for him, I could tell, in a way she'd never ached for me. It was hard to justify what price I may have paid for that night. I had certainly lost something but what, I could not tell. Still I was also very grateful to him and that night. For no better reason than the fact that he'd reopened her mind to the possibilities and joys of sex. Before him, in recent years, our.