"I'm ready to take your cherry. Are you ready to give it to me?" Oh, yes, please fuck me, bust my cherry once and for all."Ty pressed his cock harder ...gainst my hymen. I felt a slight sting and then he rammed his hips forward. I felt like I was being split in two. His cock was so big and my pussy was so small. I looked down between my legs and I could see that I had a couple of inches of cock inside of me. My hymen was history. Ty held still, not moving. My pussy stretched around Ty's cock. I. I started giving out yelps of both pain and pleasure, half wanting to stop the pain and half wanting it to never end. The older woman stood up and said "Stop. She's had enough of you two." The sex slaves left my vision and went back where they came from. The woman walked up to me and kissed me on the mouth. When she was done, she put out her cigarrete right next to me ear and whispered "You're going to eat my pussy, and you're going to like it." Something about her breathy British accent made. . Again!This was plastered over the head of a very dramatic, and darn good looking shot of Lake Michigan's surface being turned into a launching platform for five columns of multi-colored life. The entire paper was once again given over to the 'only' story from cover to cover. There was even an extra pullout section with some really delightful pictures of the entire Clutch flying around the Sears tower that made Mike flash on the old 1930's King Kong Movie poster, well, minus King Kong of. The beasts who had done this to them will be made to pay, and in blood.“Grandpa, where are the monsters who did this, where are they?” she demanded, her voice filled with anger and rage none could have dreamed existed. None save for Stephen who had long recognized the same traits in her that he had, and understood nothing will hold her back from having her revenge on the Russians, no matter if in the end it cost her own life.He shook his head, recalling the time back in the struggle of 1918.