“AAAWW,” pushing in hard, “do you like my strapon, Susi, can you feel it r****g you?”Her head moved back and forth, her throat hoarse from scr...aming, but Catherine continued to fuck her in the ass. It felt like a baseball bat shoved up her ass. She could feel every ridge and bump on the massive strapon plunging in and out of her asshole. Her stomach cramped on the r****g cock, the huge head of Catherine's strapon burying itself painfully in her colon.“No, no,” she cried out, Zorg standing in. . you remember what the others called me when I was a freshman at SFU?”“They were all a bunch of idiots, I never called you Shirley GoodBuns, like the rest of the boys did, although the name fit you at the time,” I said.“Randall Knight, how dare you talk to her that way,” Carol said jumping into the conversation.“Calm down, Carol. Shirley did, and still does have a nice round set of buns. The kids went from calling her Shirley Sesame to Shirley Sesame Seed Buns to Shirley GoodBuns, all in. This time as if determined to finish it up for me. She came behind me and touched my bare shoulder and told “son, let me show you how to wear it”. Her voice was monotone and there was no smile on her face.Having failed in tying up the lungi several times, I didn’t have any words to defend in this situation. I just had to give in to her. She took one more step towards me from behind leaving no gap between us. Then she brought her hands forward from either side of me and took the lungi ends from. Well, we were both going to be at the U of I. Maybe you’d say yes then. And ... you did. The first time I asked down here.” She’d have to think about that. He was conveniently forgetting Brittany. Well, she hadn’t forgotten Brittany, but she’d let it pass.“Anyway, that’s the past.” She’d try to get him back on track. “I’m talking about the future.”“What I’m saying is that there are some things you care about and some things you don’t. Maybe you’re willing to marry me and maybe you’re not, but.