I'm going to take the candle out of your ass and put my cock there. Roll over. Put your face on the floor and your ass in the air." "Yes! Fuck my ass,...baby!" "Keep using the bottle, slut." I jacked my dick with the vaseline she'd used on her mouth and the candle. "Keep stretching your cunt out. Make it so fucking big I can get my whole hand inside you, my whole fucking fist." "Your whole fucking arm!" she choked when I jerked the candle from her brown hole. I couldn't wait any more. I took her. Her eyes were as wide as an owls. She slowly crept around the fire, her feet slow and steady, her hands clammy, her breathes were shallow.The only sound was the crackling of the fire and her breathing in courses of shivers.She saw her truck, the hood was off, the engine was wrecked, pieces torn, some pierces in it as well.She immediately turned around knowing she didn't want to go that way. She went forward only to fall back.I had stood behind her for only a few seconds before she turned around. I would look up at the Men and smile and step sideways, a little closer to Him, so my elbow was just touching his hip! Somehow, I knew Older Men liked to be friendly with Me and I liked that, a lot.The first time a Man stood next to me, He put his arm around my shoulder as He told me about fishing and how to do it, properly. I didn't move and held my breath! His large hand pulled my warm shoulder against his hip as we stood side by side. I looked up at him and listened carefully. Then He got. ”She reluctantly agreed. She had heard of John Carter so she didn’t quite fear what he was going to do. John sat up on the bed so that he was facing her. He took her right hand in his left hand. He stared into her eyes and started telling a story. As he wove the story, she got a dreamy look on her face. He stopped talking and she looked at him. She asked, “You’re not a bad storyteller yourself, but what did you want to demonstrate?”John smiled at her and said, “Look at your right hand.”Mary.