With my left arm I shoved her right knee up byher head, jerked my cock a couple times, and entered her. She whimpered atthe width but once securely i..., I leaned over her, pinning her down by hershoulders, and using my weight to fuck her more deeply. Knees up, youlittle bitch, and she quickly complied. I pounded my cock deep inside hera few times before she got a sense of how my length would feel inside her.She groaned and moaned as I worked it the whole length, in and out, leaningover her to. I didn't know it. Being off in Iraqand Afghanistan, I missed a lot his growing up. I first noticed it whenhe was ten or eleven. I remember we were at church. Sunday School wasover. I was in the church coffee shop with Cynthia getting a snack whenI happened to glance around and see Timothy swishing down the hallwaywith a group of girls. The way he walked and gestured--his entire bodylanguage--screamed effeminacy. He looked the very stereotype of ahomosexual. I turned to Cynthia. She had seen him. He didn't like that, so he grabbed the back of my head and started working a little more of it into my mouth with each forceful stroke. Finally, after about 10 minutes of forcing it in, I experienced it entering my throat. I couldn't breathe at first, but he wasn't interested in leaving it in my throat for very long. He was fucking my mouth like it was a cunt, at a steady rhythm and I think I was enjoying it as much as he was. Great Cock. Great Cock.I tasted something new in my mouth, precum. But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in.