He had been doing this for years in the church basement where the girl’s screams of outrage and fear could not be heard in the soundproof rooms with...no windows.Mister Big’s doggie dong bounced against her already wet slit probing into her vibrating clitoris and finally back in the soft area of her vagina stretching her almost virginal flesh to the maximum and entering her just enough for him to cover his bullet head with the juice of her naughty thoughts.The other girls were cheering the dog on. The passion catches you off guard at first but then you relax and let yourself enjoy it. Realizing the depth of my desire of you, you come to the conclusion that you are smokin' hott! Hands frantically squeezing your butt, racing to your breast, then back down to the front of your jeans. All in an effort to transfer my desire to you. We break the kiss and are connected internally. I turn you to head toward the bedroom and I rush to you before the door wrapping you in my arms and you nearly. "Three men they had a prisoner with them, a woman I think. They came here when Jacob was out hunting, I saw them coming and hid in the woods. They took our packhorse and most of our food. They killed our chickens as well. Just after they left, Jacob came home and he went after them. I got worried when he didn't return. I knew something bad had happened." she told him."There was a man, out on the trail, said that that was all the food they had and his wife and child would starve without it. Two. At thirty-five, he was over six feet tall with an unkempt red shagpile on his head that was matched by his thick beard and mustache. The guys called him "Chewie" for obvious reasons."Alright," he said as he glanced at me, "There it is. Let's hope this one is just a bypass sucker, huh kid!" he grunted as he pulled to a stop.He always called me "kid" when we were together on a shift even though I was his immediate superior in the food chain. I guess to him I was a kid at twenty-five but there had.