Leaning back on my arms, I slit my eyes to watch him. That’s all the stimulation I need, the sight of his youthful body, full of grace and strength,...glistening with sweat and lust as he pumps deep into me. As he holds the edge of the table and thrusts hard and fast, his six-pack abdomen ripples with his exertions. There’s no time for foreplay or finesse. There never is, but I don’t want either one. I want to be fucked. I moan; I can’t help it. He feels so good. The thick head of his dick. "It can't get much worse."Intelligence suggests there is going to be an attack on this compound tonight." Reynolds. When we recruited you we didn't know when it would happen, but it could be as early as tonight." Wonderful, what kind of strength are you talking about?" I asked."That's the real problem. We don't know it will be a dozen of five dozen." Reynolds said."It likely wont be more than five dozen. There would be no where to stand," I said. "Do you expect ladders over the walls?" Thats. With these somewhat not "G" rated traditions now out of the way, the restof the bridal party, the underage part of the party specifically, is letinto the dressing room for final preparations. The flower gurl dressesare cute, but they are so frou frou, they look like giant dust mops. Imean there is no other explanation for what they look like, I mean theskirts are wider than the height of the flower gurls, who probably can'teven put their arms down. The tween aged sissy-paiges for the. He took slow and deliberate movements as he forced all his cock into my rectum. He reached over my shoulders and took hold of one of my hands, slowly and tenderly he pulled my hand back behind me. The stranger raised my hand to his lips and as he fucked my butt he sucked my fingers, one at a time and all together. All the while during this he was moaning deeply. He kept my fingers in his mouth as he gripped both my buttocks and worked my anus like he knew what he was doing. Tears streaming.