It was ahead of us just over the hill. I could hear three different caliber rifles and then an explosion boomed! I was coming to the top of the hill a...d had been slowing ever since I heard the shots. I pulled off the road with some distance from the top of the hill.Dad looked at me and said, "I agree. Let's walk up carefully and find out what's going on. Stay low." We left the car with our rifles and binoculars and walked up to the crest of the hill. We took cover behind a car and peered out. Most men didn’t vow to obey their wives, after all, though the old trope of milquetoast husbands and being put on the couch existed as long as she could recall. Most bridegrooms also didn’t take the bride’s surname, rather vice versa, of course. Gavin, however, was about to become Mr. Finkel rather than Sarah becoming Mrs. Moore. It was another mark of his submissive role in their wife-led marriage.“I do,” Gavin coughed as he accepted the permanence of his cuckold status.“Do you, Sarah, take. "Two-way street, remember?" I said. "He's in your head, when he is, but you're in his at the same time. It doesn't go real deep, you have to be thinking about something right on top for him to get it and the same for him, but it pretty much forecloses any idea of manipulation. If he was doing it he'd have to be thinking actively about it and you'd pick it up. He's pretty good at fooling the eyes and the ears, but not your thoughts." Are you sure?" I can't get much surer," I told her. Lying on my front I felt her straddle my bottom and began to rub oil down my back, letting it run down my spine towards the crack of my bottom and then rubbing it in. When she had finished I lay on my front and began to shiver slowly. The goose bumps on my arms made my nipples stiff and I felt ashamed to turn over in case Melissa realised the she was cause of all this. As the morning wore on I suggested lunch after a swim. Melissa ran straight into the sea diving under the warm sea. I was a.