Stretches... i feel a pop... & you are in. i squeal a little at this. i try 2 relax, as you begin 2 slowly work your penis in2 my little hole. it is n... use, i am 2 lost in the moment... in2 uncontrolled lust. your thick cock hurts, but i find myself actually rising with each thrust 2 meet you. after a couple of minutes, you are sliding your entire cock in2 & out of my fully-stretched anal opening.your chiseled abs flex as you thrust in2 me. your breathing becames shallow, your voice hoarse.. It flashed when I looked upon it., there was something majestic, and heavenly about it, that contrasted my dark soul. I went home at the beginning of sunrise, I flew home in the golden glory of the sun, my hair blowing back into the wind, letting the clean air of the sky, wash the dead skin off of my face. I landed in front of my house, and walked inside. Jamie was laying naked on the bed, sleeping, with no covers. I laid on the bed next to Jamie. My hand ran down her toned stomach, feeling. I wanted to come tothis cottage to get away from people, yet Kevin and I chatted throughvideo message for hours last night.I finally gave in and let him call me, and soon enough there was hisimage on screen, exactly as Katie had described him in her journal allthat time ago. Pretty blue eyes, a face full of stubble, a t-shirt thatdid nothing to hide his shoulder muscles and pecs. I admit I felt alittle flutter of attraction in my belly, even though I knew I shouldn't.He told me he wanted to. My head wasn’t pushed against any bars and it was wider than my body. I knew this as soon as I moved my arms away from my body and there was more softness under my hands than I was willing to explore. I realized Sir Paul was talking to me - or rather, at me. This was something I was used to. This time he wanted me to actually listen though. He kept saying, ‘Please believe me,’ after each sentence. I couldn’t help it. I dozed off again.I think I dreamed. Sir Paul was talking to me in my dream..