There was so much pain in her voice that he felt it best to leave her alone to sort through her feelings. He felt a bastard for breaking this to her ...n such a crude way, but what other way was there to say something like that? Ron sighed. He had done the right thing. It wasn’t fair to Fern not to tell her, he cursed himself when he heard sobbing coming from behind the closed bedroom door, heart wrenching sobs that spoke of Fern’s pain. * * * * * * * * Take back that sad word good-bye Bring. “It’ll warm up soon, don’t worry boy.” I rubbed the lube around his hole, massaging his ass with my other hand. I had to take it all in. It was a sight to behold compared to any of the other asses I had fucked in my lifetime. I slowly pushed one finger in, all the way to the knuckle. There was surprisingly little resistance…did he prepare himself for this tonight? Two more fingers in no problem, I was stretching his hole easily with three fingers. “Did you finger yourself before you left. .. and there was some sort of light... a flickering light, similar to what a flame might cause... !"D-Do you smell that, Jean?" Carol hesitatingly questioned, suddenly looking toward the big frame of a grinning Link Morgan. "I-It's marijuana... pot! Someone's back there... !"When Jean swung around toward Morgan, he had picked up his rifle and was using it to point in the direction of the flickering light. "Too late now, girls," he growled, his voice undeniably threatening, his red-face an open. "I am."“So, play along.” She teased me, digging a nail into denim until it felt like a gentle scrape up and down my shaft.White dots blurred my vision. There were two layers of clothing between her fingers and my cock, but it felt as thin as air between us. It was almost too much to bear. I was like a teenager, ready to spurt in my jeans. The rational side of my brain tried to scream at me to stop, but I couldn't hear anything over the roar of blood in my ears. “Play along?” I grunted, feeling.