Finally, she placed her hands, palms up, on her knees, straightened her back so that her breasts were thrust forward from her chest, and closed her ey...s. Sitting there on the hard floor, she looked for all the world like a statue of a Buddhist monk, albeit one with beautiful breasts and sensuously flaring pelvis below a narrow waist. The only indication that she was breathing at all was the gentle rise and fall of her breasts. The temptation to run my hands over the contours of this erotic. I don’t have time for this kind of crap!”“I call bullshit, Marty. The only reason you don’t have time for this kind of crap is that you’ve engineered your entire life to make sure you don’t have time for it. Now something really good happens to you, and you want to make excuses? Puhlleeessee…”I was silent. “Was it really good?”“Wasn’t it?”“Yeah, but he…”“Stuff it. Did he do anything to you that you didn’t allow? Did he do anything that you ultimately didn’t like?”I thought about it. “Drinking. One of the little girls behind me screamed. To my left I heard feet pounding from the direction of the other three toughs. I was numbed by a growing wave of sickening fear: Were all four of them going at me? What a stupid thing I'd done! The dumb stunt I'd stolen from a movie hadn't worked.One of the toughs had run to us and hissed angrily, "JB, goddammit, get yer butt movin. You wanna see this game, stop fuckin' around and let's go!" Okay, man, okay," JB said, swaggering over to me. "You see. She concentrated on relaxing as the big cock head pushed. She felt her asshole opening wider and her father's prick-head started sinking into it."Oh ... ohhhh!" she whimpered, "Uhhhh ... oh, oh ... uh! Oh, yes!"Her asshole was soon made to open as much as it could before beginning to stretch. Janie could feel part of her father's cock head jutting inside the hole. Pleasure and anticipation filled her mind. But the cock head was not even all the way in her butt yet. As her father kept pushing,.