-Let's see it then.I found her to be soaking wet and really receptive as I groped and fondled her, running up and down her slit, teasing her anus, som...times focusing on her clit, sometimes two, then three fingers, fucking her, holding her, bending her, for many minutes and she was wriggling and writhing and making all the right noises, I had opened up her wet clam nicely and I told her I wanted to hear her scream.Luckily my apartment is concrete, so the neighbours don't really hear what is. Family legend says that Alistair and Ethel's firstborn son, Gregory Groze, raped a Native American shamaness, but that's just a legend, however, for the past seven generations, ill luck has stalked the clan at every turn. As one among many examples your great-grandfather and all his brothers died in WWII, leaving your great-grandmother a widow with twins to raise and a farm to run by herself. Then, just after the war, the ancestral house burned down, forcing them to sell the farm to a. Little did I know that one innocuous fall would shape my sex life going forward.Chapter 2: Forest fuckingsFor the next few weeks, it was clear something had changed in Josh. It was like his fetish was realized. Almost all of our fucking occurred in the park. At first, we would go deep in the woods and I'd just have my dress pulled up and rammed. But slowly I found myself getting more and more naked. I would protest but Josh would always convince me. I’m not sure why he had the power over me. She made a third attempt and I gripped her shoulders to push back. She resisted with that same strength, feet planted firmly on the ground. So for a second I gave everything I had. ‘Yeah, okay,’ she growled when I almost slammed her into the fence. ‘You gonna show me those muscles sometime?’ I let go of her. Damned butterflies again. ‘Only if you’ll show me yours.’ She scoffed and pressed into me. ‘Aren’t your feelings still hurt from last night?’ ‘Hey, come on. I’m just trying to be sure.’.