If it was, it was like no orgasm she'd ever had-- it was an orgasm without climax. The climax was still to come. Almost instantaneously, he pushed ag...in. This time, a light, audible 'yelp' escaped her parted lips. She clung to him, her arms escaping from between their compressing bodies and wrapped around his massive back, under his arms. It was happening. It felt iron hard and burning hot inside her. Already it was as deep as she had ever occupied a man-- but unrecognizably thicker. It bore. Tommy had been excited when his family had moved across country right after he'd completed junior high. "I'm gonna be a whole different person in a whole different place," Tommy had told himself. Junior high had been hell for poor Tommy. He seemed to be perpetually smaller and weaker than everyone, he had a very bad case of acne, and his voice seemed to be having a hard time finding its adult pitch. In general, Tommy had been the stereo typical whipping boy for every bully for miles. "don't fight it, bitch!" uncle Misha growled rudely.I did my best to follow orders, didn't Ithe finger, meanwhile, was spinning inside my ass, going in and outagain. Sometimes he would bend his finger a little, as if impaling me on thehook and apparently something touched inside, so I became verynice. After working for a few more minutes, the fingerleft my ass, and uncle Misha ordered me to get cancer on the bedlift your skirt. I did as he said, while opening my ass,he leaned his chest against. ”She surprised me by taking my hand and intertwining her fingers with mine. “I’m sorry. That was rude of me. My inept brother has unleashed a rage within me that is hard to control when I dwell on today’s slaughter.”“Well, he lost his head. I suspect the Raiders took it with them, along with his signet ring and jewel encrusted sword,” I remarked.Princess Wyrd said nothing and we surveyed the flock of ravens flying over the dead. I suspected she wouldn’t miss the Black Prince, but I did wonder.