. my heartis beating fast now, I am really scared, but my pussy is throbbing, making aliar out of me. I don't want to die, I'm only 15, I don't want t... be killed really, I just have recurring fantasiesof being impaled in front of a huge crowd on a spear, of it being pushed slowlyinto my lower belly, of me looking down in wonder as I feel the glorious finalecstacy of it piercing my insides, of shouting my thanks as my breasts arewhipped, of floating away in the most submissive act possible..????. .ready now , want you to make his day I release you , push you against the door , your tits squashed against the glass pane , your cunt level with the letter box , I am sure I hear him gasp . I push you hard against the glass , your face pressed hard against it , your tits must look huge from the other side . One hand pressing against your neck I begin , slap , slap slap slap slap gently on your ass , edging your pussy closer to the letter box , his eyes only inches from your cunt , , slap slap. But we did get to see a guy getting fucked up the arse one time."Bill looked at them incredulous. "Seriously! Weren't there any of these beach inspectors around?" he asked as they found a spot near a couple who looked like they were about to prove both Susie and Candy right."Oh they were there all right," said Susie, "they were watching just like everyone else." You see," said Candy taking over as Susie lay down the three large beach towels they had brought with them, "they only act if there. He wouldn’t ask his brothers for a thing after this. Not anything. He was thinking that he might ask his parents if he could sleep down in the basement, which was once the kitchen of the house, and it was at least inhabitable, by his standards, anyway. Most importantly, it did not have Roy in it. But he was thinking of what kind of excuse he might use. Maybe he could just say that he and Roy just weren’t getting along, and he was tired of arguing. That way Roy wouldn’t get into any.