He lifted my knees, he dropped and his dick was ploughing me. I though Jalen was big, I screamed as his thick, thick shaft tore into me and spit me in...two, and he didnt stop. Again I screamed when he hit rock bottom and he didnt stop. My God I was being torn apart, I tried in anguished terror to push him away but he was too heavy. Within moments he bottomed out and Ive never felt such intense pain, my vagina ripping, stretched tightly around him and tearing with his thickness, a deep, enraged. (Whack!) And when he makes you come, you beg him for more. “And now look at yourself, little girl. Spread over his knees, your panties gone. Your hot, red ass waiting to feel the sting of his next spanking. Grinding your mindless cunt against him. Praying he’ll fuck you when he’s done. ( My spanking is done now, there’s just my soft caress, my taunting words, your need) And in the end, when his hand finds your pussy, little girl, once again it’s hot, wet, open, willing, wanting.” You realize. My excuse: My mind wanders frequently; often in ways I do not intend, or want. I do not know if I am unique or not, but on occasion, I find myself thinking about things that society deems highly inappropriate. As I watched him grow from an adolescent to a fine young man, some of these inappropriate thoughts involved Bryan. These daydreams or fantasies were not terribly wicked; but they were definitely inappropriate. I would imagine accidently walking in on him masturbating; Bryan accidently. "They were escorted to a building of rough stone and raggedly hewn timber that towered over the surrounding huts. A wide door swung open, and they entered a room that took up most of the spacious interior. The wan daylight that filtered in through high openings was aided somewhat by smoky torches. Their flaring light highlighted the impossibly huge bulk of the largest Thantan that Pete had ever seen. He must have been fully half again as tall as Dron, and grossly fat. Age had dulled what scales.