Finally, I could see the whites of his knuckles as he gripped my wife’s ass with his huge bear sized hands he began saying in a deep grunting voice,...“I’m cumming…. I’m cumming…. Fuck, I’m cumming!” Then he exploded right inside her asshole and released what seemed like years of pent up tension. I could hear him grunting and exhaling, “Umph… umph… umph… oh fuck… oh fuck…. umph… umph… fuck yeah…. Uuuummppphhh!” After releasing all of his jizz inside of my wife’s asshole and without thinking that. " Susan muttered. "This can't be another camp tradition, can it? Part of another practical joke?" Perhaps there is a mystery to be solved after all." I said. "I think we'd better change and get over to that house." Count... me... out." Susan suddenly spoke as if she was in a trance. I heard a hum that sounded like a beehive, but couldn't see one if the nearby trees. "I... have... better... things... to... do."Steve and I selected a pair of fine stallions from the stables and rode off to the far. Owning their own business and becoming their own boss thrilled his parents. Stephen was happy for them. His dream wasn’t the only one that was realized in the year 2012. Yeah, life was good. If only things were as good as they seemed. Stephen had much to be thankful for. Every Sunday he went to All Nations, a pan-African church located not too far from the Innes area of Ottawa. Francis attended the church, along with his French Canadian wife Doris Tremblay and their daughter Catherine. Every. By the time he was all the way in I had tears streaming down my face. He stopped and caressed me against his chest, kissing the tears away. I choked on air, slowly trying to steady my breathing. This was not how I had imagined this moment."Tell me when you're ready."I nodded slowly, searching for his lips with my own. He relented and slowly kissed me back, massaging his lips against my own as if it could erase the pain I was feeling. And magically, it seemed to do just that. The pain was.