The staff lived up to the common perception that I had of Cornish people. They were extremely friendly and handed the key over straight away.I led Kyl... to the elevator where we shared a small kiss before reaching our floor. We stepped out onto the red carpet and walked to our room. I quickly unlocked the door and we were greeted by an incredible view of the bay. The crystal blue water was crashing on the white sandy beach of the cove, the surfers looked like ants and both Kyle and I agreed that. A few inches from my face he generously lubricates it, and moves behind me. Persistently he pushes it into my ass. “Take it all, slut!” he commands as he continues to invade my backside. It is so horribly painful that I am moaning and sobbing, and finally he pushes again, and with blinding pain, it is sucked into my ass completely. Oh God it is so huge! Tears are covering my face. I cannot control my sobbing. Back to the toy box, and he now returns with a bag of clothespins. My heart. “Let your husband fuck you.”Mrs. Jennings looked up into my eyes, “I…yes…I…he is my husband and I…it’s my wifely duty.”I nodded and as I leaned down to kiss her, Mrs. Jennings reached out and took my erection in her hand and once again started to glide it over my cock. She sure did seem to enjoy touching it.When I leaned down to kiss her, she turned her head. “Patrick, can…I…make love to me tonight. Don’t do it as rough as you did it the first time,” she asked me as she bit her lower. I also felt, deep down inside the boy, a long suppressed pool of emotion. Locked down hard and fast, and buried so far below everything else that he wasn't even aware it existed. But her proximity and his confused emotional state combined to weaken the barriers he'd erected." ... where the fuck was my caring, loving older sister then!?" he snapped."She's his sister?" I asked the bright figure. The dark one on my left had been unusually silent so far, so I assumed that the lighter one was going.