This pain is worse than before, worse than any of the others. My throat is raw from the screaming. I pull out as fast as I can. The pain stops for a s...lit second, then resumes between my balls and my back, then my balls and my left thigh. The pain goes through its rotations and I try and bear it, terrified of the pain caused by the hole.I don’t know how much time passes, but my screams turn to gasps and hoarse exclamations. There is blood in my mouth and I don’t know if it’s from my tongue or. Spencer mouthed an 'ow' and decided to just submit to do whatever she wanted to do.Kenzie grinded herself against his crotch, sliding her finger down the buttons of his shirt, until finally, she gripped the sides and ripped his shirt open, spilling buttons all over the place. The places where she had pressed into his skin glowed bright red, and she lowered her face to his, invading his mouth with her tongue as she continued grinding.Once she had finished making out with Spencer she sat back up,. She just laughed and let him talk to her. Over the next week, things started to take routine, Gina would wake at ten in the morning and go down the stairs. The kitchen/dining/living room would have the chairs moved to the side as Liam and grandpa would be doing yoga together. Liam wore his tight Speedos that left little to the teenager’s imagination. While they finished their yoga Gina would set up breakfast, usually toast with jams or cereal. Then after breakfast the three of them would go for. Is this your normal daily routine?” Dempsey asked with a look of total astonishment.“No,” Clem sheepishly replied.“Then why are you doing it now?” Dempsey inquired.“Well… I’m a smelly farmer and I just thought that you would be more comfortable with me if I didn’t pong,” Clem replied.With a giggle, Dempsey then said, “Clem, you’re a farmer, not a French tart. Please stop doing that.”“Huh?” Clem replied in a shocked voice.Continuing to chuckle, Dempsey then persevered, “Clem, I know the kids at.