It hurt so bad I pulled back and quietly whimpered. Sensing something was wrong; Tony pulled back, looked at me, and said “I need to get you ready ...or my cock.” He said, “Bonnie, come over here and see if you can finger fuck Beti, I need you to open up her pussy so I can get my cock inside without hurting her.”Bonnie got on the bed beside me; she took my head in her hands and starting kissing me. Her tongue found mine, I responded and we kissed very deeply for several minutes. While we were. The rude men and rude women we encounter on the bus, the train, the elevator, the boat, the office or anywhere else. Sometimes we ask ourselves why they do what they do. The answer is simple. A hater does what he or she does simply because they hate. If they did anything besides hating, we wouldn’t call them haters. They don’t want us to make our dreams come true. They’re hollow and empty inside. They know an emptiness the rest of us are naturally immune to. To fill that emptiness within. "I gasped at that. Looking at how far apart her hands were, I wasn't sure but maybe ten inches...certainly longer than mine.I was able now to move my fist into her more and started pulling back then pushing in. The third time I pushed into her Marcia came so hard on my fist that she hurt my fist. I tried not to show it, but it was painful. Finally she relaxed and her face was less tense. Her cunt was less tense too. "Do you want my fist deeper Marcia?"She shook her head and said, "I know I. Meri do ladkiya hai ek 10 aur ek 7 saal ki. Jab unki death huyi to mai housewife thi ghar ka sara bojh unpar tha unki achanak death ne ghar ka sab load muzpar agaya. Kuch din kat gaye 2 mahine ho gaye the mai ek job pe lag gayi thi. Jyada salary nahi thi par ghar ka gujara kar pati thi. Hum char log ghar pe rahte the mai meri do ladkiya aur meri saas. Saas bhi widow thi sasur nahi the unke liye bhi mai hi ek sahara thi. Mai ab unke liye beti jaisi ho gayi thi. Bohat pyar karti thi muzse. Sasur.