The only problem is, with my hormones, my crazy sex drive, and being so fucking turned on by Miranda's personality, her cute little body, and her outg...ing attitude, it didn't stop me. Kissing, some feeling, some touching, lots of sexual innuendos, and a ton of fear that someone would find out. I didn't want to lose my best friend in the meantime.The night it happened, it went way too far. And unfortunately, I couldn't stop myself. Nor could Miranda. We'd messed around, we'd had a good time, and. .so...normal", she said. I assumed she meant about the awkwardness before and allowed my heart to open to her. "No" I said, "You got me, I'm yours, no explanations, no exceptions." She melted into my arms and pushed me back toward the couch. Her hands fumbled with my belt and mine with the buttons of her silk blouse. My finger tips brushed the black lace of her bra, glimpses of which I had seen down her shirt while we walked. She loosened my trousers and pushed my suit jacket back over my. Grinning, and trying to hold back his clenching balls, Kent began to slowly pull out of the ten year old girl, until only the head of his cock was inside. Then, with all the strength he could muster, he slammed back into her until his black pubic hair tickled her clit. Jesse’s body registered that her breath had just gotten knocked out of her, but her mind didn’t. She simply kept cumming and cumming. Kent continued to slam in and out of her. His big cock was like a fist, punching in and out of. About a dozen of us, mainly younger age group people, walked slowly to Chapoti market square. At first I complained about the pain in my arse but the others only laughed and I realised that I was 'doing a Roger' and stopped my whining. As usual, after moving for a short while, the pain eased and as we became part of an increasing crowd, so I more or less forgot about it.To my surprise and delight the whipping post, had been removed and in its place an animal, I guessed to be a wild boar, was.