" - "You're alright.." - "You're acceptable..." - "Holy Jesus' last shit, I didn't know we had a bitch in a camp full of dogs! What kind of fuckery is...this?! You wear a size Small and I STILL don't see shit down there!"Her eyes flared in rage at the sight of the unacceptably sized manhood that stood.. erect.. in front of her. She thrust her hand forward and grabbed him by the balls to make sure it was indeed a dick, looking up into his eyes with a look of utter rage and disbelief. The man could. It was torture. I've never been in so much pain as I was when he started to fuck me, I was stretched to the limit. But I was horny, fuck.After a couple minutes my juices started flowing and his precum made some sort of lube, he was thrusting in and out of me easier now, I looked down and saw him pull out three or four inches before burying his cock deep into again. Deep and hard he was thrusting, we found a rhythm and soon the pace increased. I could hear his heart beat now as he fucked me. .. Hmmm, I wonder what that could be. The look on her face was transformed into a calm wanting. She began to respond to my strokes, moving her hips and pelvis in rhythm with my own. She was breathing hard again, and very close to another orgasm, but was being very patient knowing now that it was only a matter of seconds before she would finally feel a cock inside her body. A feeling that she craved and a feeling she understood her body was made to want.Her arms wrapped around my head and pulled. They felt that something important was happening, something that was meant to be. What they didn’t feel, and what they didn’t know they were supposed to feel, was the grief, fear and desolation a child faces when losing a parent. But that would come later. Jeff and Kate were encouraged again to call upon a neighbor or someone from church, perhaps. When the doctors received more blank looks from the pair, they stated they would have a social worker come to the room and explain what would happen.