At first it didn't penetrate. His cockrod was too hard to bend and he shoved her out on his cock-knob. For a terrible moment, the boy thought that it ...asn't going to work, that his cock was too fat for her shit tunnel.But Virginia knew better.Her tight ass ring began to ripple and part, adjusting to accommodate the bulk of his prick. She knew full well how pliable a shit chute was. Her brown bud fluttered open around the tip of his prick. When Jimmy humped again, half of his big, mushroom-. Is that the same girl who told me she would be dating others when I went to college? Is that the same girl who never called and did not return my calls when I was home from school? Could that be the same girl who has not attempted to contact me for over two years; and she then gets upset when I asked her why she wanted me to take her to her senior homecoming dance? That girl? That girl called me last Friday, the first contact in two years, and then hung up on me when I asked why me and not her. It was the month of July. The monsoons had set in. I couldn't go jogging for several days because it had been raining off and on. As soon as the weather cleared I got into my track suit and went for a run.On the way the weather suddenly changed and the skies became overcast. I decided to return home when it started to rain heavily. I got drenched before I could take shelter under a tree. I stood shivering under the tree waiting for the rain to stop.I heard a female voice hailing me, "Hallo. .. and I can’t stop them.”I put my arms around her, and saw her tears streaming down her face. Wow, this is real.I got out taking her by the hand and gave her a towel. We walked in to find the girls had returned. They waved, as we both got dressed.“So, what’s next tonight?” Jennifer asked.“Why does anything have to be next?” Clarice asked.“That’s how we do stuff,” Isabel said. “Something is always next.”“Is there a problem Michael, something Isabel and I should know about?”“No.” I said deciding.