He opens my legs as far as they will go and I feel his body over mine. I moan as I feel his hard cock sink inside me stretching me open. He fucks me h...ard touching my body all over and grabbing me like he can’t get enough. I moan through my gag I can feel my lost orgasm begin to build again as his cock repeatedly forces me open and fucks against all the right places. I can feel he’s close too his breathing is fast and he’s fucking me for himself bringing himself to the edge.Before I can topple. Her mother kept the household running and her husband out of trouble, or at least serious trouble. Her daddy taught her fishing, hunting, and woodcrafts. These were essential skills to a backwoods family. A trout, rabbit, or squirrel were free contributions to the larder. When money was tight, as it usually was, free could mean the difference between life and death. And children were expected to make contributions.As she grew up, her mother taught her how to cook on a woodstove. Teaching her. This made them reluctant to shoot and gave us an overwhelming advantage.We wanted information, so we waited for our captives to wake up. They were humanoids about our size, so they were not intimidated by our physical appearance. They were stubborn at first, but gave in when they found that they could not successfully lie to us. The direct speech-center to speech-center contact provided by the communicator made it easy to detect lies so we were confident in our questioning. Right now, it was. My euphoria ended and I started feeling guilty. I had just cheated on my wife. When I got home Diane was asleep. I took a quick shower to get the sex smell off of me and went to bed. I promised myself that it would be a one-time thing but that only lasted about a month and I was doing it again. After that I was having sex with different women at least once a month or more. I wasn't really sure why I was doing it... I think part of it was getting away with it.After losing the baby, Diane started.