I hopped in, showed her some of the nice features, such as the sliding Sunroof that went back at the click of a button. On a nice Spring night, it was...a nice extra to have. We glided along the early morning highway, zipping past slower drivers in no hurry to get anywhere at that hour. We chatted about our current situations; I was happily single, she was happily divorced for three months, not looking for another Mr. Right anytime soon. Speeding up from time to time to get a rise from her seemed. I pushed in about 3 inches and my sister said "That feels good - ooohh - ouch - slow down that hurts - ooohhh that is owwwwww!" and my cock had hit her hymen and I pushed harder and something seemed to give way and she shrieked "You fucker that hurts - goddammit - that hurts - ooohhhhh - that's better - please fuck me Georgie - make me feel good again Georgie - make me feel good" I pumped her cunt slowly and deliberately and began to fill her completely and my cock seemed to hit bottom. As soon as he was satisfied with the job, he slipped two fingers back into my pussy and then resumed his slipping fingers also into my asshole. All of a sudden, he withdrew his fingers from both my cunt and ass. Hearing the zipper of his pants going down, I felt his naked thighs against my legs from behind. He pushed my back against the couch and then it happened…He was no gentle at all. He just stood behind me, thrusting the length of his huge black shaft into my wet cunt. I screamed in both. The weather was fine and the countryside had provided an abundance of eatable food, but he couldn't remember ever feeling more miserable. Mankil--the sound of the word only made him feel worse.Hogar had given him the six-legged beast out of kindness. However, Ponkert also suspected the innkeeper had a distinct sadistic streak in him. Hogar had forgotten to mention where the mankil, which looked like the misbreeding of a horse and a rhinoceros, got its name. The wobbly, somewhat lopsided gait of.