My burning insides tried to contract and expel the invader, but Sarah pushed it in as far as it could go and then held it in place by pushing hat pins... two on each side, through my stretched lower lips and into the flesh of the vegetable. Mother examined her work and expressed approval.Next, Sarah pinched my right nipple and pulled it upward. She pinched and twisted it until I could no longer keep quiet, and then she thrust a hat pin right through the nipple. She did the same to the left. “I can’t wait to see—”She was cut off by the surge of water that blasted the door open and sent Mike, his mothers, and the queen tumbling across the beach. Now free of the queen, he kicked his feet and swam sideways along with the flowing current of bathroom water that had created a raging river that ran out into the ocean. Once free of the river, he sprinted toward the house, knowing it was his best chance at freedom.There was a cry of rage from the beach when Mike reached the front yard, and. .. wait ... WAIT ... what are you DOING?!?"Right then, I was pressing my ample ass up against his crotch. I could feel that rod through his pants, even more when he pushed back at me and pressed me over the kitchen sink. He wanted me. He wanted me right then and THERE ... and BAD!!!"Take your pants off, Penny," Fred whispered hotly in my ear. I unzipped my jeans, and before I could even shimmy out of them he was ripping them down my legs. He spread my feet apart - and they weren't even out of. Nor would anyone else have done so. I had touched myself frequently, I admit.I felt I should not, but I had been in receipt of conflicting advice from two of my uncles. Uncle Robert suggested that I should not 'abuse myself' for fear of blindness, infection and eternal damnation. You'll understand that I was reluctant to commit to these consequences. Uncle Garrison, a bachelor, and popular man with the womenfolk, refuted Robert's claims, insisting that the singular consequence of self-abuse was.