Even though Bruce had sexed me for almost forty minutes my butt hole had closed back to nearly it's original size. I tried to crawl away from Charlie...s impaling cock shaft, Daniel and Bruce, each, placed a foot on my shoulders and held them to the floor. Charlie readjusted my butt and with a savage lunge sunk his big cock head and a third of his huge cock shaft into my up turned butt hole. I screamed out as best as I could in pain from the savage entrance into my already tender ruptured butt. I see you’re going to pretend you care how I feel again.’ bitter tones. crossed arms. A sigh, heartfelt and long-suffering. ‘I do care Jen.’ ‘I can tell. Especially since every time I’ve tried to tell you you’ve accused me of being manipulative. Or of pushing you into doing something you don’t want to do.’ More bitterness. ‘I care Jen.’ Just a bit of an edge. Looking away. ‘Sure you do.’ Sarcasm bites deep. ‘Can we just talk about it?’ ‘I’m TIRED of talking about it. I want you to actually DO. Ideally, I’d fly on flights with tour groups of anorexic midgets. I scanned the people coming down the aisle thinking ‘Please him… not him… please her.’ I saw the person who would sit next to me and blanched. First, it was a she and I really did not want to deal with my little incubus problem on an airplane. Second, this woman was the poster person for America’s obesity epidemic. I had been borderline obese and after losing all the weight I had developed an aversion to people who were truly. I then looked at where the warning was and I looked at airhead Cathy and said “this is referring to taking the machine out of the box, was it heavy?” She said yes and that she had cut the sides off the box as she couldn’t lift it. The base had wheels on it and the superintendent had carried the box upstairs.We looked at each other and both broke up laughing. I didn’t know if this was all a set up or if she was really that dumb (like I said she is an air head). I asked her if she had figured out.