"Shhhhh ... Constance ... It's Ok. You're safe. No one is trying to hurt you. It's me, Kevin, and you're with me in the carriage house, out in Chevy C...ase ... Shhhhhh ... It's Ok ... It's Ok..."She opened her eyes, stopped fighting and buried her face in my chest, weeping almost hysterically. I held her, stroked her face and head, cuddled her body tightly against me for warmth and security, and let her cry it out – whatever it was.My chest was wet with her tears and when she felt the wetness. Movie started and lights turned off. The movie was very boring one. Suddenly I felt something is touching my thighs. When I looked in my thighs I surprised that the strangers hand is resting in my thighs.So I concluded that he is a gay and he come here to play with me. I became little bit happy. Because I was eagerly waiting for this after my first experience. This is the golden chance and no one will notice us. So I waited for his further moves.After 5 minutes he started moving his hands to. In fact, I'm pretty sure I would've if she wasn't such an amazing friend. “Anyway, I refused to go but he's begging and I feel bad. Won't you please come too, Carrie?” “Great sales pitch,” I mocked her, “First tell me that's it's the worst place to be on earth in a competition I have no hope of competing in, and then you invite me along. I don't think so.” “There is no competition. You're much more beautiful than any of them. You have lovely curves and more femininity in your smile than they. I rubbed my clit harder and heightened my pleasure by tugging the base of the dildo back and forth. I imagined Martin coming looking for me, finding me impaled on his new toy. I looked to the mirror and was shocked to see that over half the dildo was ‘missing’ – buried inside my cunt. I never used the ‘c’ word. Martin wouldn’t let me; he said it was vulgar. But it felt right to use it now, with his stolen toy buried deep inside me. The combination of pleasures was intense and the whole cock was.