We started in our car following the bus on the muddy roads and in the rains, the only thing we could see was the headlight of the bus. We followed the...bus till a railway crossing and before we could cross it the levels came down before us while the bus in front of us crossed it and moved ahead. In the village, we didn’t have a network to call someone in the bus to wait for us.So after the levels were up we were left on our own to reach the venue. We didn’t see the bus and there were no people. While she was gone I'd hook up with one of the sluttier girls I knew and fuck and watch to my hearts content, but while I was watching her being fucked by as many other guys as wanted her I'd be seeing Betty in my mind. I finally realized that I wanted Betty to be around full time. I don't know if that fits the definition of love, but that's the way I felt. It was a strange feeling knowing that I felt that way about Betty and also knowing that if the cycle held she'd be fucking some other guy. .Fucked me like i am your whore……”I then grab him hard…and by standing….I raise one of his leg up and insert my hard cock…in his ass….He was so happy….And he was getting some pain in this action….But he mend….And i started fucking…then after i change other style….And finally fucked him in doggy style…..He was in pain…..But i can see..Smile on his face…..At last i cum in his ass…then we collapsed…and fell on my sleeping bag. I fucked may be 5 times before we are out from the nap gap…and i told. .. something that seemed so peculiar I gave up trying to understand it .... As if you could slam your bum in a door like a finger? ..." In fact, even as her body was trying to recover from her first stroke of the cane, she remembered whacking her thumb with her father's hammer and, another time, slamming her big toe into a rock as she was running across her garden with bare feet. She remembered how the world around her had suddenly ceased to exist for a blinding moment before the pain flooded.