The following morning when I moved through to the kitchen Alf was in the sleeping bag, and shortly after breakfast, went on his way. On Friday night, ...uncan again asked if Alf could visit on Saturday evening, and of course I agreed. I decided to give them some alone time, stating that I had been invited out for dinner, and probably wouldn’t be back till the next morning. I had a light meal at a local diner, before heading off to a favourite action bar down the road from my home. It was a good. “I’ll be so fucking glad to be out of this state! What a fool I was, giving that lot the benefit of the doubt. None of them can be trusted! No matter how much law and order they seem to bring, they’re nothing but criminals themselves. Thugs. Murderers. The politicians who work for them are weak and spineless. I cannot believe my folly in admiring any of them, including Gianni Falcone. I was ... a moron,” Andrea choked back tears as she kissed her husband with more affection than ever.“There,. ” “Don’t honey me, you two timing piece of trash,” she spat at him, “now what shall we do with them, Donna, do you have any ideas!?!” “I”m kinda partial to your plan,” Donna answered with a giggle!!! “Oh that plan,” Peg replied, “you mean the one where we cut off his nuts and feed them to the dog!?!” “Exactly,” Peg exclaimed, “what do you think of that idea, missy, how would you like lover boy here. This developed into a scream as he started to ease inch after inch of his cock into me, before slamming the last 4 inches deep inside. He started to fuck my ass as hard as or harder than he had already fucked me previously. I was screaming with every thrust. Every now and again he pulled completely out enjoying the sight of my gaping ass hole and telling me how beautiful it was. I was speechless. This was all so wrong. He was meant to love me yet here I was being used. But why did it feel so.