What if he didn’t take it out of me What if he thought he should leave it in for safety He would walk into the hospital with me impaled on his penis... ‘My little sister needs help, her vagina is split open. We were having sex.’ I wanted to die. The pain was so much. Burning, stinging, soreness, cramping. So much pain. I could feel wetness leaking from my hole. I knew it wasn’t my special wetness. It had to be blood. My blood. I broke myself. I would never be able to have sex again. Why didn’t I. What had started innocently between me and my ‘mama’ when I was 14 years has made me into what I can describe myself today as an educated, self-confessed/admitted ‘nymphomaniac’ and a ‘ever-hungry oversexed woman’. Even to this day, I am equally comfortable in both incest and other outside relationship, and always am on the lookout to seducing anyone with a cock and a slippery tongue to satisfy my physical needs.I can vouch from my last 14 years experience that it is not necessary for a person. I need you to take a deep breath, sir,” Nicole explained. “Call me Anthony, and where’s the doctor?” he replied. “The doctor will be in shortly,” she answered. “Don’t you think that you need to wait on the doctor? Isn’t this a little out of your league?” Anthony taunted. “Oh…don’t worry. I’ve done this before,” Nicole said, condescendingly. Her temper was close to the boiling point. What a prick! Just because she was a woman, this man seemed to think she was inferior. If he wanted to play. The heat of his member against the cool rain is an exciting contrast which only promotes my own feelings of lust that are building within me. Instantly, I feel his manhood react to my touch and begin to swell to the bigger proportions that I love so much. I gently take my other hand and massage his wet balls as I slide the other up and down the length of his growing shaft. Soon I hold the prized possession of a hugely throbbing monster of meat within the grasp of my tiny palm and fingers. I.