She was soaking wet.She closed her eyes as his fingers glided over her outer lips before entering her vagina.FOUR OF THEM! HE’S GOING TO FIST ME!Her...eyes shot open, but from her position on the horse she couldn’t see what he was going to do next.“Well, well, well. I can’t believe how wet you are, girl.”She closed her eyes at the way he said ‘girl’ and waited.She didn’t have long to wait, for he withdrew the fingers and brought them to her lips.“Open sesame, baby. Have a taste of this fine shit. I knew that if I didn’t head back soon I might not make it back with enough time to get lunch before going to work. The next few days went the same way, breakfast with Clare, Hiking to the clearing to try and get a picture of Smoky without seeing him then heading back to the hotel and work. When Saturday came around I was up at the same time with the same plane in mind, eat breakfast then head into the forest. I grabbed all my gear and went to the door and stopped. “Is it safe?” I asked. “. Why did you leave me?”She sipped at her cocoa and a tear dripped into it. I reached out and wiped the tears from her cheek with my thumb. She flinched with the contact, but relaxed into my hand. She sighed.“Because you never recognized me, even after ... even after I died.”“I’m sorry, Geneive. I don’t know what to say.”“When I was fourteen, Billy Sanders convinced me to let him put his hand in my panties. He was sixteen and knew stuff. He said he’d teach me. His finger in my pussy was just the. Still hard, he pulled his sweat pants off, end of his big cock glistening with precum. I took mine off to and we lubed up. While standing he got behind me and got my arms back in a full nelson, then pulled me back feeling his hard cock in my ass crack. I put up a little struggle, but liked it. J asked who's the master? I said you are! He said that's right. And then I felt his hot cockhead against my abused asshole, he bent me over the bed and popped his searing cockhead into my asshole. I told.