His breath came ragged. He wanted nothing more than away from the canyon's open aired depths. Nothing else mattered.He must have run for a quarter of ... mile. His breath whistled from his mouth by the time he slowed and ended his blind charge away from the steep canyon rim. Stopping, he looked around himself. His brows crossed. His still aching head tried unsuccessfully to find a familiar landmark. There were none. He had never been here before. Alright, he breathed slowly. As long as the sun is. It takes a lot to get this right and most just ram it in. She has gone through this before with others and with me I have already taken her so many times anally she knows I know what to do and she just lets me. I get her calmed down, we talk and she is surprised that she couldn’t do it like the porn stars. She still has a ways to go, I am not dropping it though and she knows it. I begin again and this time I let her get into it a bit prior to actually putting it in. It is still painful but not. " My lips kept moving but no sound was coming out.I'm a we'll-spoken, articulate person, but I don't handle confrontation well. My thoughts sort of freeze up on me sometimes, like some of those chat boxes on the internet.He gestured slightly with the cigar at the yellow legal pad in my lap, "Write these down. Juices, we already said that one. And add 'dancing.'" Dancing," I mumbled as I wrote."No more 'dancing eyes,' or 'our tongues danced together this and that' shit."Sounds like a fucking. Was her mother in pain? She peered through the space left by the slightly ajar door - and was shocked by what she saw.Her mother was on her hands and knees on the bed, and Kristin's Uncle Nick - her mother's own older brother - was behind her on his knees, ramming his cock into her mother's upraised ass!"How does that feel, slut?" Nick rasped out."Oh, God, yes, fuck my ass, Nicky!" Ellen cried."You like being fucked in the ass, don't you, bitch? Ever since we were kids, you've liked having my.