The accused was a woman in her mid-twenties who had had an affair with a younger man, only seventeen at the time of the alleged crime. This was not a ...ase of “jail bait” as he was over sixteen, and she was not in a position of authority and trust over him, like a teacher or counsellor or coach which would have brought the age up to eighteen. However, the depiction of anyone under eighteen in sexual activity was an offence in the Criminal Code of Canada. This couple had not only had an offline. He was staring, transfixed, at the city beyond the harbor. He seemed like a different man to her. Of course, he was still her Henry, big and bear like, with unruly brown curly hair and brown eyes. As usual, he needed a shave, but it was the look in his eyes, that she didn’t recognize. That hungry gleam. She followed his stare, but quite frankly, couldn’t see much. There was so much fog, that she could barely make out the buildings. As they threaded their way though the silent ships, spires and. Even with three of my fingers inside me, I wasn’t satisfied. I pinched and plucked at my aroused nipples, but it still wasn’t enough.I started rubbing my pussy vigorously, biting down on my lips to keep my moans from escaping my mouth.“Beti!” I heard papa knocking on my door and calling me.“Yes… yes papa” I said, coming back to my sense and pulling my fingers out of my pussy. I pulled the nighty over me, abandoning the idea of wearing a bra and panty.Papa was standing by the room when I opened. At first it wouldn’t go in so I pressed harder. That was a mistake. I clenched my ass in pain. After the pain finally subsided I decided that was enough and went to sleep. For the next few weeks I watched porn and played with myself every chance I got. I watched dozens of anal videos but didn’t try it again. I was however very curious as to why all the women seemed to enjoy it some much but hurt me so bad. After a few months masterbation was getting old. I still loved it but I wanted.