I can hear a few of them talking to hubby, asking him if im his and him saying yes, dirty bitch isn't she.The next guy takes over and he feels quite b...g and is a bit rougher, at one grabbing my hair as he slams into me. After a while I say that I need to move as my knees are hurting. The guy (who I now know as Dave) says don't worry as he has a blanket for the ground. A mate of his grabs the blanket as im led through some bushes to a small flat area. The blanket is folded and laid on the. "Hi, I'm Jeanette O'Leary," she said brightly, holding out her hand.Brent took it gingerly and replied, "I'm Brent Gordon. Nice to meet you Jeanette." Are you a senior, Brent?" No, I'm in third year Business Admin." I'm in second year Arts," she said, still with that smile and unwavering eye contact.They talked for some time before realizing it was late and time to move on. Brent awkwardly asked for her phone number and was given the number of her dorm payphone with the assurance that someone. I mentally shrugged. Well, nothing ventured, "No Tarzan". I paused and took a deep breath. "You see I'm gay". I waited for the reaction."I see", said Sam, who smiled and never moved her hand."Okay", smiled Jane. "Well I'd like to propose a toast. To the three oddballs out."I was surprised but very pleased with their relaxed acceptance of my statement. Jane, although I might have been imagining it, seemed to have a bit of a twinkle in her eyes. Sam was simply smiling calmly and squeezed my arm. "As he pressed deeper into me, I knew what it must feel like for sausageto get stuffed. I could feel my intestines stretching to almost thebreaking point as he plunged into me, filling me completely. The painwas everywhere and I barely felt his hands pulling and squeezing my poortitties and nipples. His big hand completely covered my tit and as hesqueezed, part of my tit and nipple would bulge out just as if he weresqueezing a water balloon. By the time he had finished and he had towork at.