I told her we needed to talk inprivate. She sent my older brother to come get me. On the way home Itold him everything. By the time we got home I was ...obbinguncontrollably. Later that evening I talked to my mom. I told her thesame stuff that I told my brother. I could tell that it was killing her on the inside. I felt so ashamed ofmyself and didn't know what to do. I turned to drinking over the nextfew months to try and escape the issues. After confessing to my mom, Istarted going to a. This time he went the whole length of my cock right down to the base. No woman had ever managed this before. More to do with the women I had been with than the size of my cock. George increased the pace. It was incredible. “Stop” I shouted. I could feel myself about to cum and although he gave great head, I would have felt disappointed to have cum so early. George carried on. My knees began to shake uncontrollably and my cock erupted in George’s mouth. He swallowed every drop. “Fuck” I. The pain was about to get worse....much worse. Once the head was in it was the beginning of the end as I was able to now push inch by inch, slowly into her rectum as she convulses and howls " OMG! OMG! OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO" from the pain as her rectum was stretched, and forced open very deep within her. Finally I got my entire shaft in, my sweaty hairy balls resting aganist her ass. Her traumatized sphincter clenching and convulsing around the wide base of my. Maybe it is... maybe I really did fall in love with you." It's artificial. But it does feel real." Veronica replied."This whole thing is so weird... it seems that the only time we can think about things is when we haven't been given a specific task." Rachel commented."Yeah... and when we are told what to do, it's like we're compelled to do it. It's the strangest feeling. Have you noticed that rush of pleasure every time you complete a task?" Veronica asked."Oh God... how do we fight something.