He mustn’t do that.He put his hand on my chest, pushing down with all his weight to keep me still.He’s angry; his voice is loud and threatening: �...�Keep still you little bitch”I can’t move, I can hardly breathe now as he holds me.He uses his other hand; putting it between my legs he tries to push his thing in me.It hurting now, feels like I am being stretched apart as he pushes harder trying to force it in my vagina. Why is he doing this? Is this normal? I try to close my legs but I can’t.I want. .. one more time. I didn't do a very good job of explaining myself the last time. I guess I was too shocked by the change in you. I should have been more composed than I was, but when you told me about Tommy, and that you knew about Peter, I didn't know what to say. You were pretty angry with me that evening." I'm sure you can understand why," I said, attempting to keep any emotion from my voice."Yes ... I do understand. That's why I wanted to talk to you one more time ... before ... before. "One, two, three, go!" Kelli called out and together we stepped up and jumped. We were still holding hands when we hit the water, and managed to keep our grip even after we went in, but as we surfaced, Kelli dropped my hand and momentarily turned away."You okay?" I asked."Fine," she replied. "But my new suit top isn't up to that kind of entry, so if you'll give me a moment?" Of course," I laughed, turning away so she could get her top where it was supposed to be."Okay," she said a moment later.. She surmised he was reading her name and her number but, in all honesty, he seemed a lot more interested in the darker triangle of black underneath that betrayed her throbbing pussy bush waiting for the touch of a male hand to make her feel "special" and truly a desired female person.It was only a few moments later that her legs were up high in the air and she held her panties clutched in her hand while Cliff explored every corner of her tight little pussy slit. She found that her female juices.