Two crazy animals were doing the animal fucking. Then his hand moved over my ass, brushing over my anal hole. A finger forced open my bottom. Paul pus...ed his index finger in my ass noo. Paul, nooo, no, behnchod, not my ass! I whimpered almost hysterically. He pushed his finger more into my tight ass. It hurt as his finger opened my ass more and more, please, Bhaiya, not my ass!He looked at my face as tears appeared in my eyes, Ok, whore, I will fuck your ass some other day, I dont want to make. He tried to have his way with her, and at first (she admitted, after much coaxing) she had been willing. They kissed, petted a little, and then Then what, baby? I urged. We were sitting on the sofa together, her hands clasped in mine. Her tears had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an erection. She was so beautiful, so wonderful to look at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined makeup looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disarray, the hem riding up her legs to expose her black. They are not physically equipped to be men. The male hormone testosterone that courses through a real man's body as he reaches puberty not only enlarges his penis, it affects his brain chemistry, compelling him to have sex. Testosterone is present in large quantities in a real man's semen. Sissies simply do not have testosterone. Many therefore have tiny dicks (which we'll come back to), and do not have masculine thoughts. Society may have made them try to be men, but they never felt. The whole time I didn’t have one bad thought go through my head and just when I thought I was going to make it through lunch, Beth asked me, “So, Sara has a really nice ass, don’t you think?” I was shocked by the question and didn’t know how to respond, “What? What are you talking about Beth?” Beth gave me one of those teenage smiles and said, “I saw you looking at her ass last night daddy. Its ok, we both laughed about it after you left.” I tried to play it off, “I don’t know what you are.