"So, Mom," said Rob, "when did this happen? I mean, how come they were watching, anyway?"Emily leaned over to kiss Rob on his cheek."They were always ...round, Rob. Your dad and I lived next door to each other, you know that."My parents had moved to an assisted living facility several years ago, but Alma and Joseph, Emily's parents, were still in their old house. The boys had visited there many times, and they'd heard the story of how their mother and I met and about the gate in the fence. They. But then the eating was done (except for the desserts) and it was time for ythe foirst dance.Traditionally dancing is how a couple gets to know each other's bodies without getting their clothes off. We didn't have that problem, but dancing was fun in and of its own right. There's a pleasure in doing something together.The DJ didn't do just slow dances, or fast ones. He knew how to mix things up, and we got into a fine rhythm of dancing, gossiping, and just having fun. It was quite a while. I was wearing a short blue skirt, tight top and bra with cotton knickers. They commented in the rude way they have about how nice my legs looked but I ignored them and went to sort out the washing I had just taken out of the washer in the kitchen.They followed me into the kitchen and watched me, I asked them if they wanted to sit in the front room and wait for my son there, at which point they told me my son wasn't coming, I didn't understand at first but I saw one of them un-do his belt. I. I shoved in viciously, using her breasts for help. I ignored her cries to stop, and just because I had never done it before, bit one of her nipples off. I came in her finally, and immediately nailed her wrists to the log. I then flipped her over so that her ass was in the air, and mounted her like a dog in her asshole. I told her that this was better than any of her adventure novels. When I was done, I forced her over to the second tree. I did the same thing as before, but this time I.