‘Now!’ I broke a fingernail trying to unbuckle and unzip him out of his pants. Jeff grabbed my hands and held them overhead while I griped about m... being naked and him being clothed. His mouth found every nick and cranny on my neck and I may have agreed to spawn his young. Jeff has always been able to hold his liquor. All seventy thousand of my brothers and first cousins can drink an entire keg before feeling the least bit tipsy, I have three shots of Rumplemint and I get sloshed. Knowing this,. Missus Madison stood. I have to do some cooking. I’ll be back.”I stood. “Let me help.”“Mom, she’s a great cook.”“I’ll be glad of some competent help in the kitchen.” She grinned. “Come on, Jar.”The men followed us. Once in the kitchen, Missus Madison started me on some vegetables for supper. She was working on a roast that had been marinating. She put it in and joined me in working on vegetables. Jam went to the fridge and offered beer or wine. He capped his offer by saying, “We have dark beer. He thrust again, almost splitting her apart. Aaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyeeeeeeee, Lisa cried out , her eyes, filled with tears. He thrusted again, about 11" was inside her now, and though it was abused and strainning terribley to accomidate the monster cock, her vaginal walls were young and strong, and gripping it forcefully, refusing to split open. The horse continued, in and out, trying to gain further entry. But Lisa's vaginal walls were being strained enough, and would allow him no more. . And he walked in front of me and his penis was sticking out of his pants fully hard and bobbing and had a glistening clear drop on the end and was right in my face. First thing he did was rub it in my face and I felt so dirty. I was still scared but I realize there was nothing I could do now. I couldn't change my mind. I remember him putting his dick in my mouth and thinking about all the times the k**s at school he called me a fag and a queer and how it was really happening now. So I tried to.