She gasped as the abrupt penetration took her breath away. She was so wet that what normally took a few minutes of adjusting and constant pressure jus... to get him stuffed inside was accomplished in just seconds. She relaxed and caught her breath, which was difficult with only just the head inside her. Letting go and holding him in place with just her taut pussy, she lingered here for a bit, him penetrating her with just a fraction of his total girth and width. She relaxed as she grew to accept. He must have thought I was crazynot to remember, but Toyal does that to your brain. Theymust have kept me snorting the stuff for hours, almost atotal black out. 35 or 40 years later it all falls into place.I thought those images were from something I that happenedwhen I was younger 10 or 12 years old with my cousin. I'mstill getting little flashes as I write this down. Mostof the guys that were there were X-Cons. One of the guys hadhis girl friend there...she must have watched while I. ” The banter goes back and forth and all the bragging that goes with it. “You won’t be able to handle how much cock I have…”. “I don’t have to worry about that, you have to worry because I’m going to phone all my friends to watch you go home” … “are you going to spit or swallow?” …” neither, you’re the loser, not me” …. We’ve had another beer by the time the negotiations and bravado are finished. On and on until it went until it was finally time for them to show their hands. I remember to this. Occasionally when one of the hens stopped laying eggs they would ring its neck. They told me of how you had to swing it very fast to break the neck quickly and not inflict too much pain on the animal. It may seem brutal, but it was a necessity of life in those days. And if you could have heard them talk of it, you would realize the respect for life that they had…even a chicken’s life that had kept their children alive during the worst of times. Those occasions were ‘high eatin’ as they would.