He then reaches around to undo the button and the zipper on the back ofmy pants, which I let him do.My pants drop to the floor, I step out of my heels....We separate and look at each other for a couple of seconds, he in hisnightie, me in my stockings, panties and bra.We hug again and when we do I realise he has an enormous erection.After he kneels down to take off my stockings we head for the bedroom.Chapter eightI wake up to a humming sound, after a couple of minutes it stops.I try to orientate. That’s not what I meant. Please. Don’t do that. I am an anal virgin. Please. I beg you. Don’t.”I untied her and slapped her face. She was shell shocked. I spun her around such that her back was facing me and pinned her against the bathroom door. She started to cry in fear and beg to stop. I tore off her delicate underwear, leaving her crying butt naked, helpless, restrained and full of pain and fear.I brought my throbbing cock to her butt crack and pressed against it. She started to cry in. At the end of six weeks, we had reached the point of talking of marriage! This was not something that I had planned, but I had married in most of my former lifetimes, and it had worked out well. I never abandoned my wife except on my deathbed, or its equivalent, so she was never left in the lurch, as it were.Maj. Kreiker performed the wedding ceremony, and Sgt. Haskall was my Best Man. The fort's sutler (civilian storekeeper) had a ring which I purchased as a wedding ring. It was nothing. The next Sunday was my birthday and David & Jen wanted to take me out for brunch. We all ended up at “Le Mer Blanc” a nice waterfront restaurant. David had mentioned something before but it had slipped my mind when he introduced Beth and Jon to our table, who were back in town visiting for the summer from Calgary. Justin the model from art class was there too as was Matt, who more than anything was curious about Jen.We had a boisterous time and eventually ended up at Justin’s place to party..