A flour sack towel or a diaper cloth dishtowel, maybe. Oh, Jesus. I’m close to death and thinking about towels. Is this what it’s like before you ...ie? Thinking about unrelated, or abstract things? Abstract. That was a thing we were studying in art class. ACCKKK! I felt something pointed, something sharp, being dragged up my left thigh. Oh, God, no, they’re going to cut me up and kill me. I could feel my nylons running, the torn weave in them lessening the light pressure where they made contact. His nipples, two black, pointy dots, seemed to cry out to me to kiss them. His erection bumped on my belly and my breathing quickened again. I felt its tip slide down, incredibly smooth, and when I risked a look, a small spot of white moisture peeked from the small hole in its center. His cock slid over my labia and came to rest right in front of my entrance. I swallowed, then moaned. “Ask me once more!” His voice vibrated with need. “Fuck me!” “Should I really?” “Please, fuck me!” Desperation. Each thrust of his arm took him deeper into my ass till he's was up to hiselbow. He withdrew his arm and its was replaced by another skinheads greasedup fist as he took a break. This time the pace of the fisting was fast,hard and deep- punch fist fucking my asscunt to the elbow all in one thrust, first one fist in then out asthe other fist went in a good rhythm was built up. My asspussy was being punch fisted up to the elbowwith both fists. As the speed increasedmy cunt was getting fuckin. I can feel it in the way you act, the way you carry yourself, and definitely in the way you make love with me. There are times, and many of them, when I can’t seem to get enough of you to satisfy my amazement at how beautiful you are, and how beautiful you make my world seem.”Amy inhaled slowly as she tried to understand exactly how her uncle felt, and the warmth of her face told her she was actually blushing.“Oh Ben! You say the nicest things to me. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.” Amy.