He had asked her about this many times, oh so many times. Annie always said, "No Way. It'll never happen Steve." He finally gave up. In their 26 years... of marriage she had never considered or desired another man, another cock. But here she was, legs spread, elbows on the bathroom sink, and a very big, very hard cock pounding her from behind. She didn't ask for it, it just happened. Their daughter Sam had graduated from college. The youngest, out of the nest. At least the financial nest. They. Her fourteen-years-old son Mark was raping her cunt while her thirteen-years-old son Tommy was abusing her breasts. She should have been outraged and fighting mad, instead she was loving every minute of it!Her cunt closed about Mark's cock, and Susan had never felt her pussy do that before. It seemed as if her cunt wanted her oldest son's cock, wanted to pull it deeper into her body, into the center of womanhood, her birth chamber, her womb, into the place where she gave birth to him fourteen. Sarah and I made our way out of the reception hall.“Shall we?” I stuck my arm out so Sarah could grab on.“We shall.”“Very well. Please do not break an ankle on this loose gravel. It looks like a long walk.” I pointed to the cross-like intersection towards the back-left corner, near a train track.“I will hold on for dear life,” she chuckled.Chapter 11: The Scenic Route“Do you think we will pass Confederate Circle?”I unfolded the map. “It looks like we will pass it on the right, but we will not. All of a sudden, the phone rings. . DJ awoke to realize her phone was ringing. Still groggy from the bottle of wine, she answered. It was her mother calling to check on her since she left church so abruptly. DJ explained that she had a rough night the night before and apologized. She quickly hung up from her mother and continued to think. She had just slept with a married man, and not just any man, a preacher. The fucked up part of the whole situation is that DJ knew if Ian were to call her.