This happened 4 minutes and every 4 minutes after that he pushed another few centemeters into me. When he was half in I yelped out in pain "You ok?" h... asked ask he pulled out about an inch. He reached down and rubbed my lips gently, "I'm alright" I said "keep going. I don't want you to stop" He continued to inch himself in, my nails digging into his back, he flinched "sorry" I said, he shrugged it off then he realized his dick was in. He smiled at me "I'm in. I'm all the way in!" he said. Yes, it was still pinned safe and sound under my pencil-thin stiletto. It was an interesting sensation, not so much to feel but still I was filled with a sense of awesome power, knowing that I could instantly castrate the man still lying under me with an effortless flick of my ankle. Remembering that man below me gave me an idea. I realised from the orientation of his cock and ball that I must be standing face to face with him. Without a thought for the crowds over on the main dance-floor,. Dorothy Lamour hadn't worn a sarong as well. As they walked past the flowers, there was a flash of tan, firm thigh, as Fran's legs were seen, then hidden, then glimpsed again. The smell of hot coffee and freshly baked bread enveloped them when they entered the dining area. Fran and Geoff got plates and strolled along the buffet tables. Tempted by the scent of bacon and eggs, they opted instead for warm rolls and oranges. A fresh breeze blew in from the water as they sipped the strong coffee. The shutter banged against the house, rebounded, and before I could react, I felt a thumping on my upper back and the ground rushed up to meet me.The next thing I knew, Hannah was kneeling over me shouting something over the howling wind and rain. I looked up at her and smiled. "Come on, Mike! We've gotta get inside!" she shouted above the roar. Slowly, I sat up and shook off the daze. The shutter still banged against the house."Help me close the shutter!" I shouted, and my sister nodded,.