When I looked closely at the fuselage I noticed printing showing through the layer of glass reinforced plastic that coated it. I could just make out t...e words ‘Coca Cola’ This plane was made of drink cans. ‘How have you done that?’ ‘Come with me.’ He led me to a workbench and picked up a straightened out aluminium can, and clamped it on two blocks of wood. ‘Hit that.’ He handed me a ball peen hammer and I hit it and, as expected, it distorted badly and a crack appeared in the stretched metal.. She had a little thing, kind of a protrusion at the top of her slit, and a flap of skin covered it. Her clitoris! Looking at Maggie, that was right where my sister was rubbing, so I did the same.Softly at first, I let my fingertip rub the protrusion. Carrie stiffened beneath me, and I stopped.“No! Do that, Hank. Don’t stop, do it again! Not on it though, but kind of around it, like on the sides and top,” she asked breathlessly.I rubbed again, a little faster, following her directions. Carrie. Her teeth chattering, her eyes wide open, full of thick sperm, not allowing her to have a clear view what is happening around her. My last punch hit her hart; her lips split open, bl00d dripping down the corners of the mouth. I stop beating her face and take an O-ring-gag, attach it to her mouth and fix it tightly with strings around her head. What ever I want to go down her throat will go down as deep as human possible, down her gullet, down into her stomach now with ease. Next to her I have. I was overwhelmed in ecstasy, knowing that my little finger was at the tight puckered end of her but I was not able to slide it in her due to the movement of her steps. It was over six months at least that I was trying to ease her into anal sex but she had refused vehemently. I did not want to open a new front for fight and just let it go. She was an awesome fuck otherwise; I knew, whenever there was a chance to fuck her. Nonetheless I also remembered the day when I was able to rim her anal.