Before she realized what was happening, I pressed my pussy juice covered cock into her tight asshole. She was shocked and started shouting, “What ar... you doing??? Don’t put it in there. I’ve never taken it there. Please don’t do it.”“Don’t worry, Mrs.Banerjee. I’ll go slow. It might hurt just a bit at first but once it gets in, you’ll beg me to never take it out.”“Oh, just don’t hurt me.”I pushed my cock into her shithole, but it was too tight and did not allow my cock entry. So, I once again. I got on my knees in front of the bed and pulled her to me. I thrust two fingers into her dripping pussy and licked her clit quickly. My other hand reached up and kneaded her breasts until each nipple was a hard pebble. I licked up and down her folds and let my tongue dart in and out. I slowly pumped a few fingers into her and breathed my hot breath into her pussy. "Oh God! More, Tyler! Give me your cock," "Beg me, baby." Now I was in control. I pumped four fingers in and out rapidly. "Oh God,. Go on. Warn him. He's your friend, and friends help friends." Okay, and thanks, Helen. When the ambulance arrives, I'll bring the attendants down here."Larry took the stairs two at a time. At the top of the stairs, he heard sirens. They were close. He glanced around the living room. Barry wasn't the only reveler that had guzzled too many beers, or smoked too much pot. Ben Perkins was leaning over the glass coffee table. He had a rolled ten dollar bill in his hand, sniffing cocaine through the. “I fell into your eyes the day that I met you…I fell into your eyes and I have never found my way out and I…I feel alive each time I see you smile or hear you laugh and I adore the way your hands feel on my body.” “Sweetheart…” “Those scars have been a part of you for a long time, and I know you hate them.” “You have no idea.” He sounded bitter and she didn’t blame him. “I hate the scars because I know you hate them but more than anything, I hate what they mean to you…I hate that you suffered.