I would suggest that you work to stretch it some by slowly adding fingers. This is a great way to lube her up. Once you’re ready, take it easy. This...is not a case of you slamming home and fucking her hard. Wait until she can handle it,” I said.“Is it really good?” Alan asked.I smiled and wouldn’t answer him.When we were about halfway to Ann Arbor, we had to pull over for a potty break. I saw Ty and Alan talking to Jim and Wolf and giggling like school girls. When they were done, and everyone. “Please, it isn't what it looks like. I walked in the wrong door,” I replied quickly. She took a look at me and realised by my face that I was telling the truth and she became sympathetic. “You idiot. I'll go check if the coast is clear then, so you can leave.” I smiled, but just before she left, she noticed my erection and her facial expression changed very quickly from sympathetic to angry. “What’s that?” “What’s what?” She entered the stall and pointed at my erection, which didn't seem to. “Throbs.” Throbbing was weird. He didn’t expect throbbing, since that was a function of blood being pumped through the body, irritated and swollen. The touch of air against the inner flesh and exposed bone insides, was agony, and every second he channeled his vitae as best he could into healing it. He could tell the inside of his skull was no longer exposed though, having healed somewhat, but the eye was still gone, the bone still a mess, and he kept a hand over the wound half in fear of. ’ Tired to the bone he crawled under the furs and tried to sleep. In the morning he would go find Father Edward. He would know what Rory should do. He would give him guidance. Rory felt comforted by the thought of getting counsel. He never had learned to take responsibility for himself and this small taste of it had brought nothing but disaster. The woman had said it herself and now he heard her saying it again. Your lowly lust is called forth by the devil, your lowly lust… your lowly lust..