She scrambled up onto the bed and soon Jim and Art were beside her. Art was fascinated by Ann and he sidled up behind her, his cock pressing into her ...ss. She turned her head toward him and he found her lips with his. “I wanna fuck you,” he said between breaths. “Do you want to fuck me in the ass?” she asked, a sly grin spreading over her face. “Oh yeah. Big time.” “Do you ever fuck guys in the ass?” “Uh-huh, sometimes, when they like it.” “Well, I like it, but only if you get some lube.” Art. She was scared - and excited. That was the look I saw on her face when she got home. I know (maybe I'm wrong) there was no sex on the road or in the car but this wass a huge step forward for my wife. I do notice now that, when we make love, she is moving her hips in a way that she never did before. She has also been giving me the best blowjobs that I have received from her since we met. Sometimes, I wonder if she is meeting Jeremy and he is teaching her these new moves. I really don't care if. The sharp crack of rifle fire rang out, followed by a woman’s anguished cries. The boy forced himself away, wiping his eyes and face on his sleeve. The moment evaporated. He found his helmet and went to the door, not daring to glance back at me. As he reached for the handle the door burst open. The big soldier who took me first was there with a pistol in hand. He smiled a broad, putrid smile, clapped the boy on the shoulder, and made some leering remark. The soldier raised the pistol, pointing. ’ I knew that tone and look well, not Mom, Aunt Joyce, not anybody until Danny tells me otherwise. ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘Good, all I have to say is that this will be a memorable wedding.’ He locked himself in his office while making the telephone calls. He was in there for two hours and Danny was all smiles when he came out. ‘It’s the weasels, perfect. When the time comes everything will be in place and you will be silent about that as well.’ ‘Then it doesn’t bother you that it’s them?’ ‘Of course not.