But she never told anybody about it, because she knew it was shameful, forbidden. She had learned that hanging was neither an easy or pretty way to go... She had learned that hanging victims usually took a long time to die, sometimes over a half hour, at least until the late nineteenth century. Compelled to experience their agonies, she had wrapped a sash around her neck and pulled it tight, tighter, as tight as she could; her throat had spasmed from the awful pressure and her lungs had burned. With my finger now buried as far into her asshole as I could reach, I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her pussy through her thin slippery membrane. We were both breathing hard and in time, faster and faster. I was thrusting as hard and as deep into her as I could. I could feel the pressure building and I knew I was soon going to give this woman even more juices in that already wet pussy. I could feel the explosion building from my toes to my fingertips. I pulled my finger out of her. Or some of it did.One story that still baffled her was the tale of Leda and the Swan in which Zeus came to earth in the form of that fowl and took his pleasure of Leda that way.Connie had no trouble at all with the concept of fucking animals. She had seen big sister with Bing lapping big sister's cunt. And she knew about Spence, Spence with his cock up anything that had a hole.No, the concept of fucking animals was very familiar to her. Comfortable even.But a swan?How?Connie figured, at first,. When she sucked my nipple into her mouth, it felt as if an electric current was running from my breast, through my body to deep inside my pussy. After soaking up this pleasure for awhile, I decided it was time to move on, so I took her hand again and slid it down across my belly to rest it on my pussy. I kept my hand on top of hers and pressed her hand against my pussy as I moved our hands in a small circular motion. I pressed down on her fingers until I felt two of her fingers slip.