Peter replied, “yeah, me too. We saw it in the movies”. They laughed so hard they had to stop chewing. Jean said, “ what's so funny? Don't tell ...e you're making Granny jokes again”? Paul said, “you? certainly not. We were laughing about about eating” and in a low whisper he added, “you”. They finished eating. The boys were watching a cable event Jean wasn't interested. She sat reading a book. After several minutes, she turned threw her legs over the arm of her seat. Her skirt had slid back. I had brought a blanket from the car and having found a spot with a good view of where the band would march and play, we settled down. Millie sat close to me so I put my arm around her shoulder. She turned her face and kissed me. The smile told me how happy she was.The concert was excellent with a good repertoire of traditional British marches and some Souza marches as well. As they played they marched and counter-marched never missing a beat or a step. The finale was Sunset, the brisk tap of. U lie very still & let me move at my own pace as i slowly lower myself further & i feel your girthy glans stretch my sphincter wider & wider & further & further inwarduntil the fat head of your cock finally pops securely in2 my ass & i let out a long shuddering moan as my anal ring snaps down tight around the pulsing shaft of your cock...as u hold my hips 2 help me balance i slowly start 2 slide downward on2 u& i love the delightfully exquisite torture as your thickness stretches me wide & deep. What just happened? I fervently hoped that I was still asleep and this was all a bad dream. * * * * * Ben “Junior” Stokes Anger pulsed through me and I felt like I could rip someone’s throat out. I got away from that place as quickly as I could. What was I thinking? I never should have come here. What did I expect to happen? I shouldn’t be mad that she’d already moved on…that’s what I wanted to happen, right? So why was this so painful? “Ben!” she yelled again, but I didn’t stop. I.