She cried in pain out loud, yelling at him: “No, wait, please, not there, I am so sore now…!!”But the bastard did not care about her pleads. He ...ust rammed hard his cock again and shoved it deep inside her tight anus in just one hard thrust of his hips.I saw Anita crying in pain; I knew her tiny rosebud was tight again although it had been fucked last night; she needed more relax and lubrication there.I was hidden behind some bushes, recording the whole action, feeling a very aching hard on. She was more the classic Marilyn Munroe, (or maybe I should say Sophia Loren, since she is brunette), which I preferred anyway. Diane became a stay at home mum. As I said earlier, we lived in a property on Mum and Dad’s land. It had been a fair sized farm at one time, but over the years bits had been sold off to pay death duties and so on. The cottage stood on the small patch of land which we had retained around the family house. Harry and Georgie, as the kids were known, had plenty of room to. The warder entered the small cell, towering over us both but her eyes firmly fixed on the other girl. ‘Stand up Becky,’ she barked and the girl jumped to her feet. The warder must have been close to six foot against Becky’s barely five, made even worse by their differing footwear, the woman’s fairly high heels against trainers. Becky wore jogging bottoms with a pink t-shirt, her brown hair in a simple ponytail, no make-up but still very pretty Tara thought, she reckoned she was probably just a. “Don’t you dare get depressed over me. That way, I won’t feel happy on my wedding day,” Amy warned me. “Even if I’m depressed, you’re surely going to enjoy the wedding night with Pete,” I giggled. Amy hit me playfully with a pillow while laughing.“You asshole, I’m being emotional here and you have nothing better to talk than consummation? I have already done it with Pete. So no surprises there for me,” Amy said. I smiled and patted her shoulder.“So how’s that woman what’s her name-Chloe? How.