’ He looked at me, smiling softly as he took off his boxers. I took in a breath, and let my gaze look down. My God, it was so beautiful, it was ama...ing to realise it had been there all this time, and I had never known. I can’t even begin to describe it, the ultimate expression of his manhood. It was big, so beautifully made that it was hard to take in. It was already hard, harder than I knew it could get. I finally tore my eyes away from it, and looked up at him, reading worry and lust in his. He ripped the trunks the rest of the way off of me and held my back against his chest, pulling me down so I was sitting on his lap. “Boy this doesn’t have to be bad for you. Calm down.” He was just whispering, I relaxed all I could hear was the splash of the water still sloshing around from the struggle. “That’s it boy, relax…”He held my arms down and my mouth shut but I whispered. “Please…” and shook my head no.“Shhh, Shhh… Its ok boy. I’m not going to hurt you unless you make me.”I could feel. The bishop had arranged it all. It was allher fault, said Sister Martina, weeping, for not holdingon to the reins more strongly. Leda touched her brow andforgave her. The shaft felt as if it were up to her throat, thoughLeda knew that that was not possible. She tasted,however, horse semen and knew that it had come up fromher innards. But her body felt numb. There was no pain.Why? Sister Martina then told her that she had beengiven drugs to ease matters. Leda started praying therosary and. Her dark brown eyes seemed to burn with the same intensity Rina's had had. Laura found it very hard to keep her eyes from dropping to Trina's jutting breasts.She knew what they looked like, under Trina's sweater. They looked like Rina's. Except they were a little bigger, the result of the pregnancy. Now Laura's mind shot briefly to Cecilia, and Cecilia's breasts, overflowing with milk, and the way she, Laura, had come with Cecilia's milk gushing into her face, and into her mouth.Oh shit! she.