I can feel her tighten that ass in a vain attempt to stop me from raping that hole. Raising my hand to her head I grab a handful of her hair and pull...her back toward my cock. When I start to feel the resistance of her asshole on my cock I start to push in to her asshole stretching it but not enough pressure to slide it in. She starts whimpering from the pain and again pleads with me not to hurt her , she will do what ever I want as long as I don’t hurt her. I laugh at her and shove my dick. What of they refused to go? The little girl looked scared, ‘Where are you taking us?’ Fletcher told her the name of the nearest city. He described the house. He told them about his three children and the pond, the woods, the barn, the lawn tractor, the dirt bikes, the kitchen, the dinner table, the cupboards, the bedrooms. He kept talking and talking, telling them everything he could think of, afraid if he stopped they’d refuse to leave. The little girl asked, ‘Why didn’t our Mommy come?’. It was a lot worse than I had thought.The first thing I noticed was how curved I looked. The shorts ended atthe top of my thighs, showing every inch of my hairless legs. My buttlooked very shaped and round just like when I wore the sweatpants. Myhips stuck out a little, and my waist looked smaller. It was all soawful.And of course, the tank top completed it by making my torso and stomachlook just like a girl's. My fake chest poked out so much and it lookedvery real. The final piece was the. ” She arose from her chair, picked up the towel and walked down the hall, me in tow. I watched every jiggle of her wide, white cellulitic behind and also the shaking of her wonderful thighs and calves…what a show. We reached her bedside and she spun around to unfasten by belt and remove my jeans. “How is that I wear almost nothing and you are fully clothed every time we do this?” she asked. I stepped out of my pants and embraced her while also removing the scant little camisole exposing.