Phoebe lifted her head, eyes a bit swollen as she was obviously crying. ‘Everything,’ she sobbed. ‘Everything is wrong.’ Ashley sat down in t...e rain next to her and put an arm around the crying girl’s shoulders. ‘Come, let’s get out of the rain, back to the cabin. It will make you feel better,’ she said. Phoebe turned to her and continued crying. Ashley did not know what to do, and just gave Phoebe a warm hug to comfort her. ‘Fuck it, everything is wrong,’ Phoebe cried. ‘Everything. Caught. My average 6 inches was less than exciting to her, but I made up for it by using huge dildos and conjuring up big cock fantasies for her. I was totally in tune with her cock fantasies, and she loved me for it.She was a natural submissive, with a deep seated urge to be used and dominated, and an inexhaustible hunger for intense, body wracking orgasms. Verbal abuse was an aphrodisiac to her and she would follow the filthiest instructions with eager acceptance, and arousal."Show me that cunt". We met at the end of the chicken house and she told me the egg total was off, we should stop and leave the other side till morning. She bent over to pick up her basket and I could not help my self. I pulled up her dress and opened the cheeks of her ass, that gave me a good look at the two holes. I went in the lower one and saved the ass for back at the house. I held her hips as I rammed meat in her and out. She had hands on the egg basket and was pushing her ass back to me. The work out made me. When you had sex with him... was it different?" What do you mean?" Is he bigger... you know... does he last longer... can he do it more times?" Oh, please David. Don't! I can't! Don't do this to me... please!" Talk to me, Jill. I need to understand. I want to understand... why it happened!" I pleaded.And yet another moment of silence."He was... thicker. That's all. It felt different. He's young. He could last longer than I could." she confessed haltingly."Was it better?" No... just different..