. the slaps hurt but at the same time it got me aroused.... he put one of his fingers in his mouth , and i felt his slippery finger run through my ass...rack , fingering my hole , playing around ,he wet it again with his saliva and he fingered me again ," God you are so warm inside " he said, he put another finger in and wriggled them around , he withdrew his fingers and left the room, a few minutes later he returned wearing leather chaps with open crotch , I saw his big dick dangling, it was big. She had been talking to two elf-maids on the third day when it stopped and had suddenly jumped up and rushed outside to make a snow man. For an instant they thought she was creating a snow-gollum, like the stories of the ancient ones who made earth ones. Then they saw the crude features and the silly face of sticks for hair and apples for eyes and laughed. This was a human joke. Then she had grabbed the small table they had been seated around, took it to the top of the grass bank, upended it. Inside it was dark, but pleasant in a tourist kind of way. Seated at a small table near what I think was the front, I was alone except for the guy at the next table. We were facing each other, awkward, but I was too tired to care.The waitress brought me a ginger ale and I gulped it down. I noticed him grinning. I ordered a bowl of soup and another ginger ale. As the waitress left I looked up and he was staring at me. He raised his glass as if to toast. I raised mine in reply. He got up and came. Except not at this particular moment I'm going to describe. What's happening in my happy memory is in a secluded little knoll of trees in the park a few blocks from my house. It's dusk and Amanda Powell, 14-year-old skinny virgin and innocent has buried her face in my crotch.She had hungrily ripped open my jeans and yanked down my shorts. Seeing my half-hard cock, she moaned a "Wow!" and popped the head into her mouth. With frisky enthusiasm, she began to bob her face up and down, and the.