That I was a bastard," I complained even though I had already decided to let the little commie slut stay. I'd make her pay. "I spent five years over t...ere, fighting for Uncle Sam, saw my friends killed... shit, I was wounded... and now forty years later this little bitch comes to my house and swears at me." There must have been a misunderstanding," Amy protested, "She's usually a nice girl." I fought for my country," I almost yelled, "and this... this bloody commie is going to" My daddy fought. ) I cannot describe the sensation of having my cock pumped and my balls licked by my wife while watching another man’s arse pulsing up and down between her wide-spread legs, steadily fucking her eager cunt. But let me start at the beginning. We were still 200 kms from home, it was already late afternoon and likely to be dark by the time we arrived. As we drove on through another small town, there was a figure at the side of the road, thumb out, looking hopeful as we approached. I stopped. Anna obediently washed herself. When she came out Jon was all dressed to leave for the construction site where he worked as a laborer. He threw some money on the dresser and roughly told her that the honeymoon was over. ‘You better start taking care of the house from now on’. The money was her monthly allowance to run the house and she was supposed to give him an account everyday. After he left Anna surveyed the house. She could find the signs of his first of wife all over the place and. ? Iwas enthralled. I was about to set it back down with her clothes, butsomething stopped me, something devious and possibly mischievous.? It was the desire to make a wish?to see if itmight come true. At first my thought was innocent?I thought that because itbelonged to her, she might be worried that it might get stolen from the ArtBuilding, even if the door was locked.? Itried to justify myself by saying I would wear it around my own neck for safekeeping. Before I knew it I had the thing.