I almost didn't even notice my husband slowly stroking himself in the back. I made eye contact and asked him, "Do you like what you see? Do you like s...eing your wife's pussy being filled to capacity with another man's monster cock?" He nodded in the affirmative as I smiled and licked my lips and said, "I thought so."Ryan pushed me off and told me to lie face down on the passenger seat so I awkwardly repositioned myself as did he, behind me. He pushed that fucking donkey cock inside me again and. ’ I said, ‘I’d also like someone to sing a John Denver song, ‘Poems, Prayers and Promises.’ Any talk in the ceremony needs to be about the joy of his life and not about an afterlife. My Dad had a belief that ran his life, maybe you can speak about that. He taught me that our job, his and mine, in life was to protect, love and teach. At first I thought he wanted me to do that with my sister, LeeAnn. Later I learned he meant protect those who need protection, Love all who will open their hearts. But I knew that, underneath, things were simmering. I could feel the sexual tension building, building between us. (Of course, with me it was already built.) That night again she went to bed earlier, but this time when I spied, I detected no amorous noises from my parents' bedroom.The next morning I was up early and was helping Mom fix breakfast when Sis came down, dressed for work. She watched Mom and me working together for a while and then said, "You sure have changed, baby bro. I think. I was a girl wanting to be changed and he was just the man to do it. “That’s it!” He exclaimed as he sat up and reached for his cigarettes on the nightstand. Nervously, he pulled one out, quickly lit it, and took a long drag. “Tomorrow morning, I’m turning you over to the case worker. You can speak to her and tell her everything. What do you think of that?” he asked as if he just one-upped me or something. I never thought a grown man would still be playing school yard politics. “Sure, that.