‘In a way, yes, but not as an enemy,’ she said. ‘She’s crazy about you. I see it in her after every time she’s been with you, and I’ve see... her go into these deep blue funks when she hasn’t seen you or heard from you for days. It might help her understand why you didn’t make a serious move on her earlier. It might even alleviate some fears she might have about throwing her heart in the ring for you. But since I have this information about you, it would be wrong of me to hold it back from her. " The man behind me shouts.The two walk forward carrying spears"I seem to remember him being fierce" One says.I know these men? And slowly it dawns on me who they are, the three by the watering hole, I am laying in pain on the floor as they all gloat over me, the one that stabed me laughs and kneels."You killed most of the men from our village, not so strong now" he says.I put my hand to the spear head in my chest."hah he is trying to pull it out." One of them laughs.They wont be laughing for. Farther upwards he saw that the girl's skin started a smooth curve, and he licked his lips in anticipation of what he was about to see.Big, full, womanly breast with little, erected nipples on top representing both the literal and the figurative cherry on the cake, just waiting to be eaten. For the chance to play with these tits for five minutes even the mightiest or wisest men would declare war on one another, he was convinced by that.But again, with a little hesitation, his glimpse shifted. She always took it too far. I never asked to be fisted, but she knew what she wanted to do and that was fist me. A condom was out and she pulled it on to her hand like a doctor. My puffy hole didn't need anything gentle. I mean, fuck, it just had a double-ended dong slammed into it. She started fisting away, using the duck to start with, but she soon started punch-fisting me like I was her puppet. I would try to wriggle away, I tried to grab her wrist, but she just kept fisting me. I watched.