Anyone seeing it would instantly jump on her and fuck her ass, it was that good! I went behind her and held her waist and I ran one hand over the sare... to feel her newly shaved crotch.I whispered in her ear: Ma…I promise you will never forget this tripMa: Yes shona…I think we’ll have a lot of fun this weekend.We both went down to the car and started off on our journey. Me and mom were both sitting in the back and I could see Chandu checking out mom in her hot get up in the mirror. When we got. Wait...wait..." was all I could manage to get out. Even though he was going slowly, the pressure was amazing and I had never been stretched quite like that. "Oh God, that's too much" I moaned into the pillows. But Chris didn't stop. He pushed, added lotion, and then pushed some more until his entire hand was up my ass. I didn't move. I just lay there reveling in the mix of pleasure and pain as I felt Chris clenching and relaxing his fist inside me. 

"I'm pulling out now." He saidHe did just. We never do anything right. We are too little too late. And now Riley is dying – this big 40-year-old man gutshot and I’m just a kid. It could have been me but it’s not and I don’t want to be gutshot either. Through and through in the upper arm maybe . . . a no-boner in the fleshy part of the thigh . . . perhaps a little side-shot – like a modern version of a Heidelberg saber scar. All honorable service. Riley won’t get a medal for this. We’re not fucking green berets with purple hearts flowing. It felt like my arse was being auctioned off.Imagine if you were in an elevator with three guys, all shirtless, towels not really hiding their bulging crotches, listening to them decide who got to fuck my arse first.We didn’t make it all the way in to my unit when our speedos were being removed. I personally prefer to keep them on but it didn’t look like I would get much of a say in proceedings. My speedos were pretty much torn off and the three of us headed to my bedroom. Again, I was between.