Her small breasts didn’t need a brassiere. Her breathing deepened and her kissing got more intense so I took her hand and moved it down to my swelli...g. At first she pulled it back but I insisted and she began exploring the shape that she found.She was breathing hard by now and pulled back to say, “No, I can’t!”I was nuzzling and kissing her neck at that point and asked, “Why not? You’re old enough aren’t you?”“Yes, but I was with my boyfriend this afternoon.”I pulled back to look her straight. Understandable in a singer, I supposed, though it had never bothered me. Idly I wondered whether that might change in time, now that I'd found my full voice.The wrist thing, though, wasn't a total success. I'd noticed before that she had a tendency to talk with her hands; apparently during her years in (mostly) Italian opera some of their national reliance on heavy gesticulation had rubbed off. Most Italians I'd met were congenitally incapable of speaking only from the neck up, the hands and. The pressure and pain was like that of childbirth, as the wooden phallus was more than 12 inches around at the base. Abigail sobbed and begged for them to stop, as it felt like it was tearing her open. Ooljee had the others pull her up and sadistically start the torment all over again?.slowly. This was repeated until she was seated with phallus more than 8 inches inside her. She groaned and then passed out from the pain. Then they slapped her awake and pulled her up. One of them smeared a. “Look, I’m sorry, are we still cool.” said Chris to Michael.“Yeah man, I didn’t know you were fucking off, I’m just pissed I saw your dick.”“It’s not really that bad bro.” said Chris. “Whatever.” said Michael.They started drinking again and then Michael suggested the best idea of the weekend, truth or dare. Chris quickly agreed and Michael was first. He choose Truth.“Are you into guys?” asked Chris“Yeah a little, I’m bi-curious.”Then Chris picked dare and things got a little interesting. .