.wait...it...burns...pull it out...ur gonna rip me...by then my cock was halfway in her ass i thought if i pull out now im never gonna get another cha...ce...so i began to pound her asshole...slowly felt her buttwalls expand and felt the tip of my cock being grasped...she then began to move her ass and said fuck me like a slut that i am...use ur cock to abuse my ass...so i grabbed from the weist and began to pound her fats hard and deep....tears started to roll donw her eyes and she kept saying. Roaming the countryside, she and I got in and out of a number of scrapes.With each new adventure, the oddest thing happened. Garth/aimee tookon more and more the aspect of a real barbarian. Her mannerismsbecame very masculine, as did her tastes.Then to my horror, she began to keep the intimate company of women.Even then, her tastes seemed to progressively degenerate. At first shechose respectable women, much like her former self. Then, sheincreasingly chose women that were voluptuous, but. Later that night i couldnt sl**p thinking about what i had seen i went downstairs for a glass of water passing the dirty washing basket i looked inside to find a pair of her mothers dirty panties i crept downstairs into the living room sniffing them and rubbing them all over my hard cock then a voice from behind me ‘i take it you like what you saw?’ ‘yea i replied with her panties hanging off my cock’ your a very naughty boy you need to be punished’ walking towards me she pushes me on the sofa. That I couldn't show respect to a lady practically induced me to tears."Can't move?" queried Joseph."No. And it hurts to try. My muscles down there don't work and don't WANT to work." Show me," demanded Mrs. Schuberg, as she twitched away the light blanket covering my legs."Mrs. Schuberg, please." My efforts to stop her were to no avail. With a sharp inhalation of breath by way of exclamation, she had my pants down and thoroughly examined my wounded parts."Joseph. This is not good ... call.