He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and run up the little stairs to his house. I look and marvel at the beauty of the two story house as he...opens the door and closes it behind him. He takes me to a room and throws me on the bed, knocking the breath out of me. He walks to the closet without a word and grab some bed restraints. I stare at him, wondering what he is up to. "Take off all your clothes," he says, and I obey him. He walks around the bed, staring at me as I slowly undress for. The ambiance in the waiting room was not exactly bright and cheerful, but nor was it dark and intimidating like she imagined it would be. Suddenly her name was called and with a beating heart Rachel rose from the plastic padded bench and with the other people in her group walked through the door and into the next room where she and her bag was thoroughly searched after she had first walked through a metal detector. The woman officer explained to her that her bag must be placed along with any. More moans from the couch caught my attention and we held hands even tighter.At this point, BigDick was picking up the pace and pushing deeper into my wife. Her moans now became guttural, much like I’d heard when she was in childbirth. In a quick flash of spite, I hoped that she was in agony but even if she was, I don’t think anything short of a hemorrhage would’ve interrupted this coupling. The more my wife moaned the more BigDick pummeled her and with the timing and intensity of her grunts. His amazement at the scope of the White Mountains, that he had never been hiking, camping so sad, told him we would hike daily, I would show him waterfalls, huge antlered moose, in the spring black bears, he was all questions, his excitement making him bouncy, my hard slap to his thigh, he stilled, I cautioned him, not to be a misbehaved boy, or I would have to spank his bum, his tender words of sorrow, my forgiveness, told him he was a kid, kids got jumpy, from time to time I would spank him,.