I knew that he and my sister had just had a round of sex. He told me to have a nice day as he was leaving. After he left I went into my sister's room....She was asleep so I just crawled into bed next to her and got under the covers. When we both lived at home I did that a lot. I would wake up, go into her bed and sleep with her. She always kidded me about it. I would always go back to my own bed before my parents got up. I didn't want them to think we were doing anything dirty because we weren't.. Her arms were just as bad. The big hairy things seemed almost trunklike on her small frame. Her legs seemed so short and stumpy, but Icouldn't get a good view of them in the loose pants and men's shoesthat she was now wearing.Okay, I told myself, maybe this was all some kind of weird quick-changegame. Like, maybe this was some weird prank that didn't make any sensebecause I'd stumbled onto an interstitial portion of it. But... butthen how the hell was all of Sandra's makeup now on the guy?. Sandy told me you are never able to satisfy her."He was getting to me, despite my best efforts to stay calm. "You know what? I don't have to take this shit from you. I'm going upstairs and spend the night with my wife."And that's exactly what I did, or at least the 'going upstairs' part. The rest of it is a matter for interpretation.I let myself in with my key card and saw that the room was dark as soon as I opened the door. Maybe she was already asleep. I closed the door very quietly and. Tamika was screamingin agony as the bulbous head of the enormous plug slid several inches intoher bowels. Muscular reactions took over, and she started grunting like a pigas her body tried to shit out the intruder. It was useless, and in fact onlyhelped the insertion as Stephen inched it along into her rectum. Then the paddling started. Stephen had chosen a long, heavy wooden paddle,an instrument much like a boat oar with holes drilled into its surface to cutdown on air resistance. It came.