I don’t reply but instead keep on pushing in her ass harder. One finger, then two. My fingers kept on penetrating her hole while she was moaning in ...ain. I pushed harder and harder until three of my fingers were in her.I pushed my finger in her ass. We were on the bed in 69 position. Two fingers, then three and pushed hard. She was shouting, partly in pain but I didn’t budge. I wanted to feel more, deeper side of her. Suddenly I hit something soft and muddy. I stopped pushing. I knew what it. How? You know, use your hand instead of his. I dont know. she answered. Its just your hand. Zach removed his hand from his cock. It dangled before him, red and hard. She looked at it, then at me. Finally she made up her mind and reached out, grabbing Zachs little cock. He let out a sigh as she began stroking him. The scene was so erotic I had to stop her rocking on me for a moment to control my orgasm. I hung on the end for an eternity, fighting off the orgasm as she stroked his cock. Finally. I thought I'd found a father figure," she moaned. "You ... you ... you took advantage of me."She spun around, when she made it all the way around I caught her hand an inch away from my cheek ... then I had to block a crotch kick, a knee, another slap ... and tears.I do very well against violence to my person. I used to do well with violence towards particular males ... I suck at tears. A crying woman or a snuffling child leaves me ... not defenseless ... in "fix it mode". I can help.So, I. A few minutes later Justin returned with a tin of pancake batter, and wasted no time in taking to our kitchen, ushering me there eagerly, where we both cooked and worked like we know each other forever, and in half an hour or less, we were back outside under the barbeque dining shelter, enjoying steamy hot pancakes, butter and syrup. It was a rush, I hardly had time to think, but I have to admit it was fun, i was starving, and now we just relaxed, absorbed in our boytalk, lost in each others'.