I yelp in pain, and beg for him to stop. He ignores my cries, and just digs his fingers in harder. Soon i relise I'm no longer crying in pain, and lit...le moans of pleasure are actually exscapeing my lips. Am i a whore, for actually likeing this? I'm not a whore... This is natruale feeling, isnt it?I suddenly feel an almost swelling in my stomac. My thighs begin to shake, and a huge moan exscapes my lips. "UHHHH!!!!" I practiacaly scream over and over."Thats right Abby, moan for me! I wanna feel. ” “Yeah, if you’re an teen-age girl who still sleeps with her teddy bear.” I have to admit, I kind of felt bad about that one, noting the hurt look in her eyes as it hit the mark. I made a mental note to myself to make it up to her. She liked shoes. Maybe I could take her shoe shopping later. Or I could just let her watch while I castrated myself with a hammer. We watched in near silence, the occasional sound of her zipper creating far more tension than the sight of a quartet of gaily. I love you so much, Alice, you have no idea. Ive been in love with you for three years now. And its finally time you know how I feel. I kissed him and leaned over so I was beside his ear and whispered, Im in love with you too, Graham. And I needed to show my appreciation for what you did for me the other night. But I have one last request: make love to me. Fuck me. Screw me. Whatever you want to call it I just need to feel you inside me, I was so happy. I knew he would never hurt me and he was. "Something like a suburban or even a van that has been fixed up inside will attract a lot less attention, even with the four most beautiful women in the world in it." Ah ha, all that just to set them up for that last sentence. The frowns and tempers were switched so fast I thought I would be blinded by the beaming faces as they all attacked me just as we got to the limo. Hugs and kisses all around. I could get use to that, I mean really get use to that. Like, for ever and ever use to it.We.