Needless to say my cock (having a mind of its own) proceeded to engorge and fill my slacks. Megan was very enthusiastic to learn and after 20 minutes...she leaned forward to point at a slide and put her left hand on my thigh for support and her left breast pushed against my shoulder. She was so wrapped up in her animated discussion about the slide I don’t even think she noticed her hand was only 6 inches from my now 7 and a half inch rock hard cock. My inner thigh tingled under the touch of her. He needed to rest a while.Glancing around, he noticed something in the distance. It was a derelict cabin. Only the old wooden frame was intact with a Corrugated metal roof, just covering half of the skyline. The Window was hanging on the frame, and the door was missing. Inside there was a rusted metal bed frame with a filthy mattress on top. The bed sheltered under the part of the roof which was not damaged. Max decided to rest for a couple of hours. Under a section of the roofing which fell. He moves slowly making each thrust reach deep while a hum comes from his throat, over and over his hard shaft pulls and stretches my dry channel causing pain with every motion. I cry, tears leaking from my eyes in a steady streams soaking into the blindfold at my temples, and repeat “it hurts, please stop, don’t it hurts”. He leans his weight onto his elbow and snakes his hand under my right shoulder tangling his fingers in my shoulder length hair and pulls until I arch my back trying to. I could not stop running to bathroom all day. A nd when my wife was gone she came over and told me what I need. She came in and made a pot of coffee and then pulled this douche bag out of a case she had with her. She filled it with coffee and then hang it on shower rod in bathroom.Then she told me to take off my cloths and get into tub. what I said, I don't need you in there with me. she said fine. but let the whole bag fill you and hold it in. So I inserted it into my ass and started the flow..