My scratchy chest hair had her pinned. She struggled to get raise up, but my tree-trunk arms were like iron prison bars. Betty screams " Let me up. I ...on't want my ass fucked John." Her scream further inflames me as she is desperately trying to wriggle free. Suddenly she feels my hot hard wet cock pressing aganist her tight anus. My hard chest scraped her back as I pushed to penetrate her ass. My cock head kept probing into her ass, getting nearer and nearer to penetrating her. She tried to. At that point, she stuck out her tongue at me.We decided to take a break for lunch and to consider what our next move should be. I noticed that, by the time we had finished eating my hamburger and Anfon's salad, my left arm had stopped hurting. I figured that the cream that Anfon had spread on the wound had finally gotten through to my nerves and had calmed them down. I had also gotten back the range of motion the wound had caused me to lose, so I asked Anfon to take a look at it to see what. I asked dad can I touch it if you don’t mind his silence was my answer I hold his beef in my hand & that was the first time in my life to touch at it and feel it was warm bit hot I started playing my fingers on it was becoming bigger I asked dad what wrong he said nothing wrong it has to react to the touch he was hard and stiff long & thick I asked dad now how it will come to your normal as I say before he said it the time to take care of him now what care ford it need can I help you with that. No, of the universe!! You inexorably draw me towards you, and my cunt is level with your face. With your mouth just two or three inches from me, your fingers separate the blond curls of my downy hair and then tease my labia open, delicately unfurling the petals of my pussy. I feel the soft exhalation of your breath caress my receptive skin, and then you lean forward further and your lips press against me, your tongue darting from between them to taste the immature vintage of my seeping.