My brain whipped wildly between wanting and not wanting.Just when I'd adjusted to the rhythm of slap and wait he pressed his cock to my hole. My body ...as too lost in the rough and tumble of restrained force to voice an objection. My fingers dug into the quilt below me. I was wrestling with the idea of twisting, turning and rolling out from under him but he rested his weight on me, pinning me firmly.His cock head pulsed against my arsehole. One, twice, I began to shake my head, no, but he thrust. K went into the first bar well before us Janet and I walked in hand in hand and sat down at a table close to k two young guys were already on her and it wasn't long before one of the guys was running his hand up her thighs only to be treated by a wide open pussy k spread her legs to give him better access he fingered her for a short time k was rubbing both of the young men's cocks threw their pants they whispered something to k then the three or them went outside in about 20 minutes k returned. "Exactly, it's way past your bedtime," he said."And you can help me with that?" she asked."I need to," came his reply.She felt an urge, a sudden need, a pulsating feeling, from somewhere down below. He left through the glass doors out onto the veranda then down the marble stairs. She said her thanks, exchanged pleasantries, before waving courteously. A kiss on both cheeks at the door."Goodbye again," she said, smiling.In the car park the gravel made way for her high heels somewhat ungenerously.. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.Armored penetration of Marie's bunker indeed generated much heat and sound. The armored forces kept drawing themselves back, and driving again and again into the revealed canyon. At some point, my martial fantasy was interrupted by Marie, in tones I had not previously heard, yelling "Fuck me, you asshole!" What could an officer and gentleman do but comply?As I continued to thrust and exult in my forward progress, I did retain bits of my fantasy, assuming.