?I wont lie, this is gonna hurt, and it’s gonna hurt you bad!? She had no idea what I intend to do next. I guess in her faith sex was something...only done to breed? She has never sucked a cock so she probably has never had her mommyhole hole used for its intended purpose either. I slide out, guiding the tip to her backside. As the tip touches her virgin hole her head shoots back a glance over her shoulder and her eyes clearly say no. I reach around under her with my left hand,. She was slowly mouthing the romantic words of some stage performance from long ago. I could feel my juices explode inside her at the same time she opened her plump lips wide to hit a high note at the end of her piece. I felt her shudder and hold onto the mirror for support with me still buried up to the hilt in her feminine folds. Our passionate juices back-flowed out her defensively clenched tight twat and ran down the inside of her bare legs. It was a trap of human love-making honey tempting. The radio button he pushed was a 24-hour gospel station. A preacher droned on and on about the sins of the flesh and the inevitable wages they brought. But Jesus could give you strength.Gerald was eleven when he accepted Christ. He was on a river boat in the Wisconsin Dells. His parents, grandparents, and sister had decided to vacation near to home this summer and enjoy the sites. They had visited “Witches Gulch,” on the trip already—a windy chasm with a small bridge that crossed it. Marian had. Maybe it was Mr.Cartwright? Hope starting to build, I reached out, snatched the dooropen, and there he was complete with his usual trench coat and fedora.Slowly, I watched that hat tilt down then back up as the man scanned myappearance before finally declaring, "Billy McCormick, I presume?" Uhm ... yes," I confirmed, looking down at my currently female self abit self-consciously. "Not that I look it at the moment." A matter of perspective," Mr. Cartwright answered vaguely as again hishead.