With memories of my own tidyflat, clean, organised and fresh, slapping me one after the other I fellback against the bedroom wall, my knees went soft ...nd I slid down to thefloor, eyes tight shut. I didn't even try to stop myself crying."Grab some clean clothes, love," Deb suggested, her hand resting on myheaving shoulder. "We'll find somewhere else for the night." Clean clothes," I sniffed. "Where?" It's your flat, pet. Maybe I should take you to your mam's."But it wasn't my flat and she wasn't. Her eyes never stopped staring into mine the entire time. I felt the softness, the wetness, the warmth on the tip of my dick. She was breathing heavily, fear or anticipation I didn’t know and quite frankly I could care less. I pushed in slowly, partly to savor the feeling but mainly because at this point her hands were on my hips dictating the speed of the “entry”. Inch by inch I penetrated till I felt some sort of “skin” which I would later come to learn was the hymen. My eagerness got the. Soon they had snuffed out the center of the fire, breaking the blaze into two easily controlled parts. Watching all this, the farmer was so impressed with the volunteer fire department’s work and was so grateful that his farm had been spared, that right there on the spot he presented the volunteers with a check for $1,000. A local news reporter asked the volunteer fire captain what the department planned to do with the funds. “That ought to be obvious,” he responded, wiping ashes off his coat.. "Kneel on the floor for a few minutes till I say you can release itall."I was given a smile while I gently tried to kneel without lettinganything seep out. A few minutes felt like an hour as I struggled tokeep it all in, fighting against cramps the whole time. My stomachlooked and felt like a woman in her middle stages of pregnancy, I think.A helping hand was offered me to stand as time had arrived to let myinside empty out."Sit like a good sissy and let it all go, I'll come back in a minute.