Issabella, really? I can’t tell you how cool it is that you’re Rock Stone, and Smiley B. Wiley, but Issabella? Sounds kind of gay to me.’ Well, ...he truth was out there now. My upturn in fortune? It was from writing, something I’d done while still married. My wife belittled me, but I bet she isn’t laughing now. I write under three aliases, and make pretty good money off all of them. I decided early on an alias was the way to go, mostly to keep my ex-wife in the dark. We’d parted almost a year. The stale odor of piss filled my nostrils. I could feel the head of his huge cock up against my tight asshole.“There is no easy way of doing this,” he said and in one hard push he drove his huge cock balls deep inside me. “UUUGGGHHHHH It hurtssssss….. take it out…” I screamed. He covered my mouth with his hands. And immediately began to pump in and out of me with a vengeance. The pain was terrible for the first several minutes and then the pleasure to me over. “OOOHHH YYYYEEESSSSS!!!!. We made a lot of noise to help the other teams find us. A few minutes before noon, the four teams arrived, looking the worst for wear. They were thin, irritable and dirty. Their clothes were torn and their knives were broken or gone. When the smell of the food reached their tired noses, they quickened their paces. That day we fed them all. After they washed themselves and their clothes in the river the four couples’ appearances improved somewhat. They thanked us repeatedly for what we did.. I wanted to spend the day with Brent, however, and was trying to delicately decline when he came back to the table. ‘You should go hon, I’m going to be busy anyway.’ He smiled. ‘Oh? What are you doing? I thought we were…’ I said until he leaned in to whisper. ‘That was the convalescence center. They say Mom’s having a good day. I should go see her,’ Brent said quietly so that only I could hear. ‘I’ll go, too,’ I replied. ‘No, that’s okay, Hon. You go with Momma Allison and Sarah. You’ll…’ ‘I’m.