” Doris opened her arms to me for a hug.Stanley didn’t offer one up, but I went to him. I could tell he was holding back. Trying not to frighten m.... I didn’t want him to think I was scared of him anymore. I don’t think I should be. “Don’t be afraid of me, Stan. I don’t think I’m afraid of you. Anymore. There for a minute, I was thinking about the ‘out of the pan, into the fire’ thing, but now? I don’t know. Out of the pan, into a creek or something. I don’t know why, but I always think of fish. I groaned in pain as his massive head slipped over my puckering anus. My entire body shook in pain as this massive fuck tool moved across my bung hole. He poised his immensely huge cock head at my anal orifice and hunched his hips forward piercing my puckering fuck hold. I cried out in tormentingly pain as his humungous cock head penetrated further into my agonizingly stretched anal opening. I gasped for air in short burst trying to beg and breath at the same time. With each stroke of his. I slipped my cock straight in balls deep. I took hold of her hair as I starting thrusting, talking dirty which we like to do, as I went. “I bet some guy is watching you getting fucked over there somewhere huh. And wanking hard!” With a moan and now rubbing her clit with one hand.She replied, “He can come over and fuck me when you’re done if he likes eh.” “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” she went on. “Uh huh. You know it,” I replied and with that, she came hard on my length. It was at this. A familiar waterproof camera housing was hanging on a suspended clothesline, next to a couple of wetsuits. Off to the side of the clearing, an ashen fire pit waited to be fed from the pile of dead leaves and kindling that sat next to it. A camp stove, a frying pan, a large pot, a familiar plastic bucket, and very little else rounded out the location.“Damn ... Feels just like home,” I murmured.“This is amazing,” Lara said, striding toward the water. “And look at the view!”I joined her at the.