He waited patiently for the Giants to get up. He had to wait another forty minutes before the parents of the Giant family came out of their room and m...de their way towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast.Another fifteen minutes went by before a little girl came out, about six or seven he guessed. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with a doll in her arms. But the teenaged boy that he was searching for was still missing.The lad came down the hallway, half-dressed. He was busily trying to. ” She smiled hugely. “Mistress, huh? I like that!” She chuckled and moved forward some more. I guess I was either super-horny and/or ready, because the toy entered my virgin ass smoothly. I arched my back up a little as she entered me, and drove my hips towards her. It was amazing to fill my butt get filled up with the dildo, and when she bottomed out in me, her legs bumping up against my buttocks, it was the greatest feeling ever! “Doing ok?” she asked. “Oh Hell yes!” I replied,. The first time we fucked out there on the river, she was on her knees, begging me to fuck. When Becky and I finally got my cock all the way inside her hot pussy, she was bucking and fucking back against me like a wild horse, or maybe even a wild cat really, since I’ve never fucked or rode either of them.Finally, I pushed her down flat on her belly and forced her legs wide apart as I shoved my cock as deep inside her pussy as my balls would let me go. She was screaming for me to fuck her harder. ‘Thank you for visiting my wine store,’ Joe said. ‘My Italian is not so good, ‘poco’, but welcome. ‘Would you like Champaigne? We’ll start with Champaigne, all right? It’s early. It’s not always known as a woman’s drink, but women almost always like it.’ He may have been older, but Mr. Joe was an older handsome man, a Sean Connery look alike with his square jaw and gray temples. His wide set Italian eyes studied me, and I enjoyed his friendly attention. He poured us flutes of Champaigne. It was.