His ass clenched and unclenched as he thrust into her. His impossibly large testicles swung back and forth, slapping her clit as he plowed into her."O..., God. Oh, God. Oh, God," she began to babble. "Ohhhhh. That's it. That's it, baby. Keep fucking me. Fucking me so good. Yes. Yes. Yes! Aaawwwwhhhhhaahh!"She was cumming. She was cumming on his cock. Cumming like she never did for me, and as she did he thrust into her and held it. I raised my hand and stumbled forward as if I could somehow stop. You can know history, and you can have knowledge based on personal experience, and the two may overlap, but they are utterly, utterly different kinds of knowing.Yes, I knew things, and knowing them, perhaps I could prevent great tragedy, but I'd already seen how things that had changed in my personal life wound up happening anyway, for completely different reasons.Yes, I knew things, but I was a boy, thirteen going on fourteen and not even in high school yet. How was I going to influence things. [http://www.carnegieclub.co.uk/index.php?sectionid=68&parentid=1 for views of Skibo] He made a full circuit of the extensive building, but saw nothing to alarm him. Finding himself back at the main entrance he walked up the steps and through the front door. Inside it was apparent that no expense had been spared on decorating and furnishing the luxury hotel.In front of him a sweeping staircase with ornate wooden banisters rose upward to the upper floors and a massive stone archway split. I remember that I’m supposed to be slutty for you, and I pull away and look at you with big brown pathetic eyes, your eyes follow my gaze as I look down at myself and spread my legs wider. I don’t have any knickers on and I rub my fingers gently over my pussy lips, which are still closed around my already soaking pussy. With my eyes I invite you to touch me, and you don’t need telling twice. ‘Fuck’ your fingers are on me, I watch them as you open me up gently and peer inside. Your fingers they.