Despite the fear and anger she felt for Bobby, she was also very excited and her wet, itchy cunt responded automatically to the boy's expert manipulat...ons."Yeah, I thought as much," gloated Bobby. "A hot, sexy piece of ass like you needs to be fucked morning, noon and night, don't you babe?"Lisa said nothing, and Bobby grabbed her by the back of the neck, his face close to hers."Answer me, fuck you!", he growled, "I said... you just can't get enough hot fucking can you?" N... no! No, I can't",. " To Holland, father?" the boy cried with wide-open eyes."Yes, there is no other way."Thus, for the next hours, while his mother and sisters wept, and his brothers swore revenge against the Wolfgangers, his father gave him what advice he could give in the scarce time. Then, when it was time for him to leave, his mother gave him food for the journey in a knapsack he slung over his shoulder. She had also sewn a number of gold coins into the seams of his pants and vest. Before he left, his father. To make things go quicker Mary went into the dressing room with me. I thought it a little strange but was not too worried. The dressing room was old school, it was larger than regular dressing rooms with a bench and several mirrors and the door closed off the room for privacy. Mary and I tried on several clothes and went for more. We were trying those on when all of a sudden my pecker decided it would get very hard. Mary at first tried to pretend she did not notice but then it was making it. Unlike some of the other wives, she was not sitting mooning at the table where the meal had been served; no, Brenda was dancing, she was laughing and having a ball. He felt less guilt at neglecting her for this parley with the important men if she was enjoying herself, even if he did not like the look of the burly beefy character with whom she was dancing.Brenda normally would have been far from enjoying the type of dancing she was having to indulge in with this apelike man. But with the drink.