My dad was a marine, as was my grandfather, and great-grandfather, and great great-grandfather before him. By the time I was three I wore a buzz-cut, ...nd my dad was teaching me to be a man. And a Marine. See, Marine's don't cry. Or play with dolls, or the little neighbor girls. "Makes you soft. Marines are not soft."When someone got hurt, there were no hugs. "Marines just kick ass and keep going. Hugs are for sissies." And since he was my dad, he was always right. Even if I felt like giving. ...........-Well didn’t you know that driving drunk is breaking the law?-his question sounded too hasty and scared me even more.-Yes,….well…yea but…I didn’t think….that…..-I couldn’t speak, I was terrified, this couldn’t have been happening. Now I could see, that the other cop was looking at my ass with hungry eyes and I could swear I saw him grabbing his cock. I tried to close my eyes and make myself believe, that I was imagining it, I was gay after all, I have seen this in movies, it must. What does it want with me? part of her wondered, but she knew that the creature's earlier violation was no accident. Swiveling the knobs on its head, the worm sprayed her with the slime again. The strands coated her across her torso, pinning her to the ground so she could only move her head and legs. The creature waved its antenna in the air again, filling the stagnant cave air with the cloying pheromone. As Tia’s head swam and lolled to one side, the worm paced a slow circle around her,. Not only that but she was moaning and grunting every time my dick moved inside her. She was even crying a bit as I happily plowed away for a solid 10 minutes of straight-up anal. Eventually her moans had a tinge of tears in them as I pounded it so hard she cried a little, her face being pushed right into the floor. Marlena was grunting, groaning and crying as I pounded her asshole with abandon, I just kept fucking this slut’s ass, feeling her cunt dripping juice onto my slapping balls.“Where.