. ass.” he said, each press in meeting her cry of pain. soon her tight hole had loosened. ‘there...” he said softly as he began to ride her from...behind, his hands squeezing her tits as he held her tightly to him. he pulled his torso back to admire the sight of her dark pink butt cheeks as he fucked her. he smacked the still sore plump flesh several times as he did, then pressed tightly against her, yanking her hips against him as he came into her infertile asshole. he held her there a moment,. It had come out of a sealed envelope with his name on it that had been placed under the windshield wiper of his pickup truck, which had been parked in the lot at the foundry where he worked as a master machinist.As he read it, he could feel his whole world spinning out of control, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment to gain some equilibrium.The message had consisted of two sentences, set in fairly large type in some commonly-used font. It read:"Your wife is getting awfully chummy. I thought I should address that first. “Elder Simmon, it is good to see you again. I see that you have many good men with you. I also see that your children and women are safe somewhere else. This is good and right. You cannot trust anyone you don’t know. We are here for dinner, if the stew is ready. We also have gifts for you to thank you for your hospitality.”“That is good. What gifts do you have?”“We caught a pirate ship today. We will want to keep some things because we will use them. ”“Whatever pace you say, Mary. I’m sort of falling for you.”“You fall kind of easily. Remember, I’ve got to fall six times if this is ever going anywhere. We can kiss some more.”We did and Mary taught me about how she liked to have her nipples twisted with the bar pierced through them. We didn’t make it all the way to orgasms, but we were damned exhausted by the time she got out of the car and went to her dorm.Mary’s period marked the beginning of what the girls called Shark Week. Over the next.