They all seemed to be enjoying it immensely as I yelled and yelled …OHHHH FUCK..OHHH FUCK,,,MY CUNT,,,MY CUNT,,, MY FUCKING CUNT…ITS SPLITTING MY ...IGHT CUNT” And they all chuckled and one of the receptionist said to Dr Phil, .” …OMG LOOK AT HER FUCKING CUNT STRETCH ,,, I LOVE IT,,, ’’ CANT YOU JUST SHOVE IT HARD DOCTOR, AND MAKE IT FIT”, he laughed and replied, “ Her little cunt is much tighter than I thought but I will get it there” with that one of the young receptionists said,, “ Can I push. He took his time to ensure she would be ready for him. She moved her hands on his back, scratching, but gently. Then to his chest and below. She held his cock in her hand and grasped it lightly. It grew and stiffened more in her hand. She could feel the weight of his balls and he gasped as she kneaded them. His hand had also moved down and he could feel the heat of her sex before he could touch it. His fingers played there, feeling the dampness increase and her breath quicken when he probed. My chest is tight, and my lungs scream for oxygen but try as I might to calm my hyper body down, my situation only gets worse. I swear it feels as if the ground itself is shaking. Hitching wails and stuttered breathing makes my body weak and I have to lower myself to the ground. Huddling in the corner of my unnatural shower, I tuck my legs in closer to my torso and stick my head between my knees. I understand now what has happened. Unable to fight against what is happening to me and trapped. When at last they opened their eyes, the sun had just dropped below the horizon. The air was quite warm for late March but it was still early enough that no bugs were out to cause a problem. As they pulled slightly apart, Emily tugged Don’s hand and pulled him over to the big maple. He sat, his back against the trunk and Emily sat on his lap. Soon they were once again engaged in some serious kissing. Hands began to roam a little and breathing came a little faster and more ragged.“Don.” Emily.