“You know it sounds crazy, Rick,” he said flatly. “Although it would explain a lot. The Carson brothers. Your boy, my boy, Ken Blankenship’s b...y...”“Eric?” I asked, and Roy nodded.“Broke his arms in three places. Wouldn’t tell us what happened.”Becky Finklestein happened. I was sure of it. Eric Blankenship was an All-American wrestler, but Becky could break an All-American wrestler’s arm with one of her dainty fingers. Maybe her pinky if she was showing off. And she was always showing off.. “It depends on a lot of things, but at least ten minutes, or longer. I might not last that long the first time because virgins are usually very tight and that feels very, very good. And you might get sore, too.”“How many times can you do it?” she giggled.“Again, it depends. Four or five, probably. But like I said, you might be sore or uncomfortable.”“And that’s it? I don’t have to do anything else? Or know anything else?”“Nope. That’s it. It really is that easy, Penny. Your body knows what to. Pain ripped through my ass. Pleasure consumed me. Inch after excruciating inch sank slowly inside me. I gritted my teeth as Daryl filled my ass with eight inches of hard throbbing man meat.He buried his entire dick inside my ass as my wife watched. I could feel his big balls touch mine. It was electric."Holy shit baby. My husband is a queer." Deanna laughed.Daryl slowly fucked my ass as his magnificent cock stretched me wide. He sped up and my eyes rolled back in my head. His hips slapped. His force would be the same size as before and would include the same people. The trooper with the ulcer problem had been cured by an autodoc, and he promised not to vomit any more blood, at least, not while on a mission. They needed him because he was a demolitions expert. They would use the helicopter/paraglider technique to approach the king's villa.The difference was that the villa had only one storey, so they planned to enter the king's bedroom from the roof by cutting a hole. A spy had.