”“They want me to marry Kale and have a bunch of kids,” she says softly through her sobs. “I don’t want him. I want you.”“We will get aw...ay,” he says, rolling her onto her back.“When?” she asks, looking at him through watery eyes.“Tonight.”“Tonight?”“Yes,” the man confirms. “We’ll have what we need and I know where we can go where they will never find us.”“But how will we get away?” she asks, her tears starting to dry up. “How do we know they won’t follow?”“Leave that to me,” Rick says, brushing. “Very well.” The lithe, auburn-haired Huntress abruptly rolled off, laid beside me once more. “When you are ready.” All at once, I felt an inexplicable sense of loss. I looked at her pale face; obscured as it was by three diagonal slashes of purplish war paint, I could not discern her expression in the feeble light, and her eyes appeared closed. Nonetheless, I had the feeling her meaning was still double; she was not simply referring to the sex. “What do you mean?” Again rising to all. He liked to play a game, guessing how many kinds of sperm her cunt was rubbing on his shaft. If he got it right, she’d move up a bit and give him the treat of fucking her ass, something nobody else but him got.Wanda had a small but regular list of men that were vaginal visitors before or during the time she dated Bobby. They ranged from her girlfriend’s teenage son to a man her grandfather’s age. She brought them along into her wedded state and a few of Bobby’s friends and family were added. He saw some lotion on the night stand and disrobed, squirted some on her asshole and fingered her asshole some more. She was loving it and I was also. He smiled at me and I motioned him to go ahead. He got behind her, repositioned her so I could see better and touched the head of his cock to her asshole and she sort of squealed at the feeling. He then slowly entered her asshole with his erect cock and she was pushing back to him so as to make it go in quicker. Then he just jammed it in her ass.