At his request, I stood and removed my clothes. He then asked me to sit on the couch and he got between my legs, going down on me like a cat to a bowl...of cream. He began fingering me hard, making me sopping wet by alternating fingers and tongue. He was super-focused on me.As if he had planned it from the beginning, he took my hand and guided me to the bedroom where I lay in silence. He mounted me missionary and pointed his thermos-like cock at me. “Your husband have a cock like this?”“No, sir,”. Not now, she told herself. Not now, not ever she went on to think. However, all of a sudden she felt something. With her body all rigid and tight, she felt Kenny’s hands on her hips. She tightened up even more. She felt another powerful surge command her and all of a sudden her hormones ruled the roost, so to speak. Oh god no, not now she told herself. No, Kenny no she thought. But his hands didn’t stop. She felt them on her waist. She got more and more rigid all over as his hands seemed to. Her long hair most times in a pony tail hanging to her the middle of her back. She was very athletically fit. Her success in track only stopped by her ample chest. By age 18 she had D cups breasts and no matter how she strapped them down she knew they had cost her, her Olympic dreams. Now a year later they were a bit bigger full DD cups. Bethany was afraid of what they would grow to if she ever had children. Her mom had three kids and hers were huge something like F cups. The fear of turning. I'm confident that that will happen, okay? If there are some minor changes from this interference there's nothing that you or I could do about them. I couldn't very well have let Tracy die just because there was a possibility that someone else down the road would get hurt or killed."I told Tracy not too long ago that I was not the type of person to carelessly hurt someone in my own self-interest just because I didn't know the person getting hurt. I stand by that statement but, unfortunately,.