"If you'll trade me, Emily, I'll invite you to join us when its my night again next week." Sure, you'd like that wouldn't you? We'd tire him out so ba...d he wouldn't be able to do anything the next night, which is my night." I think Emily was only kidding."Okay, trade with me this time, and I'll invite you the next night?" Same thing. You'll tire him out. You know Kenny's getting older. He just goes through the motions on Saturday night, knowing he can rest up on Sunday. I'll trade with Shirley. After a while she went into her box and got some lube and said (bend over its pumping time ) i was so horny at this point i bent over on top off the bed and waited for her to insert the strapon, she was behind me now and started to squeeze the strapon in my tight ass, after a minute she was in and was slowly pounding the shit out of me (which i must say felt amazing) after about 15 mins she jumped off the bed and said she needed to lube me more, so after being lubed a bit more i could hear her. All of a sudden, we heard a noise again and quickly stopped. I started to pull out, but my wife grabbed me and pulled me back inside of her. Rather than stop, she wanted to continue.I started slowly pumping in and out, yet keeping my ears open and glancing around. I caught some movement to my right and saw what I thought was an outline of a person standing in a break between two trees. I kept focused on that spot and whoever was out there was moving slowly closer to us.My wife encouraged me not. “I'm sorry, Daddy,” I whispered.Below, the river babbled happily on, unconcerned about my suffering.I stood up, staring down into the ravine. It was a blue ribbon below, frothing as it leaped playfully over the rocks. The banks were lined with green vegetation. Off to the west, it merged with the wider American River, flowing past the city of Sacramento, the Capital of the Provence of California, on its trip to the Pacific Ocean.“I should have died with them!” I screamed. I shouted this so many.