.' All he had on was a t-shirt and tennis shoes. I pleaded '...I can't do nothing with you hurting me like that...' He yanked my penis up and pulled m... closer to him with it and said '...if you don't want me to twist your little clit off you better put your arms around my neck and hold on tight...' As he said that, he started to lift me up and twist my penis. The pain was almost unbearable as I slowly raised my hands up between us. As I did so my hands went under his t-shirt, I started to pull. "What color dress are you thinking about Janice,so we can get Brian the right color cummerbund?" I was thinking a light peach would suit Sandra's complexion quite well.Why don't we all go together, then meet up later and then compare." That's a great Idea Janice."We finished our great meal and headed home. My head was filled with twogreat things. Dad and Janice were getting married and Janice was goingto take me shopping for a formal dress tomorrow. What a great life. AsBrian pulled dad truck. Sense the dark port wine of life's sustenance quickening beneath her skin, provoking the reckless gnarling of your teeth that might yet undo the careful orchestration of arousal. Imagine how her blood will ooze, clot and congeal, smear the palomino hue of her tanned skin.In your head, the spirit of Pandora tells you fresh prey must be tenderised, kneaded by lust and coaxed to fever-pitch before you can draw blood and liberate her soul. Only then is it a suitable gift for the one who hungers. His hands roam from squeezing my milkers and hips to swatting my aching bottom. He shreds my still-hanging panties to ribbons. He stops the hard pounding long enough to leave his swollen manhood impaled to the balls, motionless and buried deep in my belly, pressing uncomfortably against the womb. I am thoroughly enjoying the power he has over me as I feel his baby maker throbbing inside me with ready to erupt passion. I hope and pray he is going to explode and flood my insides with baby.