I had succumbed to the relentless onslaught of sensual touches. My body couldn't resist the ongoing bombardment any longer. I was trapped in a web of ...seduction with no escape. I didn't want to escape, it was heavenly.I felt his fingers rub smoothly across my bum. I arched my back to move towards his magical fingertips, pressing his fingers deeper into my shapely bum. He approached my arsehole and paused. I almost came with anticipation, I couldn't take it much longer but my body remained rigid.. With his lips still on hers, he leaned gently forward, laying her slowly on the bed. She moved her body up to rest her head on a pillow as he crawled up beside her. His head rested beside hers and they lay and looked into each others eyes. With one hand, he stroked the side of her face and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Occasionally, he would lean forward and softly kiss her lips. Their bodies told them that they were anxious to explore each other further but their minds were lost in their. I carried on with our married charade for a week more all the time knowing that boy below was suffering, even as I fed him and played wifey with my hubby! But if he’s dead why do I need to stop my survival game? The bride reflected in that cracked mirror looked a little too like the husband she was bedding night and day as she fixed her glossy red lips! Was I becoming so uncaring, so like him? After a glorious morning of hard rampant sex with coffee and donuts I walked arm in arm with my doting. There was always a problem with the geese, the goat and the dog, which would follow you down the road if you went out, and to cap it all there were chickens. Father, when asked what he did for a living on one occasion said 'Poultry Advisor'. When we asked what he meant he told us he could advise anyone not to keep them. In those days you could inject a pill into the male birds to turn them into 'capons' basically I think a sort of chemical neutering, and we did quite few of these, by the.