Now I had taken Francis to shows in the FOX and dined at fine restaurants. She enjoyed my level of entertainment. We went to see live bands in concert...and spent the nights fucking like cats. She never discussed marriage and we never made love. We fucked.One night I had taken her to a show and we were in bed after, she asked me what my wildest fantasy was. I told her I really hadn’t thought about it much, that she was fantasy enough for me. She liked this answer although she knew it was total. I want that war over. The Saudis and their proxies deserve to lose it and may that finally put an end to such a mess.“Then wipe out what’s left of ISIS and Al Qaeda in Syria and Iraq. I want them done. Period. Over. I want that war over with at last. Spare only those with halos over their heads. Kill all of their other troops dead. White Helmets, too. They’ve gotta go. Spare American and other Western troops, Syrian government forces, Russian troops, and Kurds.“Then go to Libya and exterminate. “Let’s go to my home. I have a lot of things to say to you. And show you.”They dressed quickly. Her face looked sad as she put her clothes on, she bit her lips watching Devon’s body disappear while he picked his pants up and finished dressing. The T-shirt and his shoes went off draining them both of excess water. Tina smiled demurely and silently mouthed ‘Sorry’. He shook his head but nevertheless he smiled.She led him to her expensive car. He lifted his eyebrows looking at the newest Tesla. Rebecca pushed her head further into the mattress, trying to hide her embarrassment as she pushed back on her ass, like she was trying to expel a turd from her ass. She could feel her anus pushing back and she had to stop to keep from farting."That's nice, Rebecca, again, push out again." He watched as her pucker pushed out again. He saw her strain. "Good girl, now again." She released and then pushed out again. He pushed his finger into her anus as she pushed out, entering her swiftly and.