“That is one tight hole” Bob said “this will be fun.” “Please don’t “ I begged “its too big. I can’t.” Bob drove it de...per and said “I will and I bet a little slut like you will love it.” As he continued to finger fuck me , I started to feel funny .My dick got harder and some precum leaked out. Seeing this, Bob then forced a second finger in me making me moan. Not being able to wait longer ,Bob pulled me onto the bed on my stomach, placed a pillow under my groin and began rubbing. I heard the click, then I felt the pain, searing, burning, nauseating, revolting. I know I lasted longer than I thought I would, though I still didn’t make it all the way through.I awoke a few hours later with a cure ward hovering directly over me. Unfortunately it couldn’t help the fact that I was laying in my own regurgitation. Wonderful way to wake up to that smell on you and in your nostrils.Washing up, I sat down two hours later after renewing my self. Opening a setting on the camera I. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Don't ask me."We waited what we thought was a reasonable time and went into the bedroom. Pat still had her baby doll and stockings on, even her heels. Dave was on his back on the bed, his legs overhanging. Pat was on her knees, straddling him, leaning over him. I could hear soft, muffled moans coming from Pat as they kissed.I watched, mesmerized, as Pat made Daves cock disappear and then reappear from inside herself. She must have sensed someone was there. ."If Linda Ronstadt can do a mariachi record, she thought, I ought to be able to do a polka record. Boy, wouldn't Knox strip a gear when he heard about that! Now, that was a Jennifer thought, the Jennifer she liked to remember -- mischievous, needling people's pretensions, the Jennifer that was in control of herself, of her own destiny, capable of handling anything.The miles flew by as she headed up the state road to Spearfish Lake. The radio station playing on the car radio was rather.