He moaned louder, but not entirely in pain I thought. Tell me Im a bigger stud than you. No way I squeezed harder. Oh fuck, man, that hurts me, he cr...ed. Tell me Im your stud! No I then stuck my other finger, which was soapy, into his asshole an inch or so. He squealed a bit, so I thrust it all the way in. Oh my god! . . . Oh my God! cried Billy, shocked at this unexpected invasion. I could feel his asshole clench and unclench onto my finger, and I knew he was cumming onto the wall. He continually manipulated the bars in my nipples which no longer hurt, but turned me on completely. In fact, I had fingered myself earlier in the day, looking at my big tits with those sexy bars through my nipples.Sex with Bob was constant, very rough and often demeaning, but didn’t involve anyone but the two of us. Bob fucked my pussy, ass and mouth every day while calling me a slut and whore. He loved fucking me from behind and slapped my ass and pinched my tits while making me say what a. What we're doing here is for the long haul," Sheila said, as she poured herself another cup of coffee.The blank expression on my face told Sheila that I wasn't getting it. The link between computer files and survival eluded me."Civilizations rise and fall on the tide of history. Much of the accumulated wisdom of people is lost, destroyed, or fragmented when they collapse," Sheila tapped her finger on the tabletop for emphasis. "The more infrastructure required to sustain the knowledge, the. I held my breath again as I saw their door open. His mother came out...very quietly and wearing only her nightgown. Good God, I thought. Look at her jugs, they are monsters!She scuffed across the floor to George's room, stood there a moment, and then slowly pushed the door open. She stood to the side a bit so I could see over her shoulder. George was wanking his now hard cock, precum dripping down the shaft, his eyes closed as if in sleep. His mother sighed as she watched him masturbate.Oh good.