I calmed her down and asked her to grab me tightly. I applied some more of the lubricant to her ass hole and my dick and slowly started the back and f...rth motion.She was scratching my back, but it was bearable. As soon as she was calm, I again gave a strong thrust because of the lubricant my complete 7” dick was inside her ass. She was screaming and crying in pain. I almost grabbed her hard she could only move her hand, by which she grabbed me.Her nails were ripping my back. I held the position. The two young men had made many meals of jerky and leftover biscuits and Jackrabbits since they became friends. Food like this was a rare treat to them and they made the most of it. Hilda, and her son and daughter were proud to see them eat like this too.As they ate, the family of German immigrants told of the land they left to come to America. They told of the hardships and oppression they and their families had endured until they and others came here to make a new life in a new land.They had. .. he couldn't do that. And anyway, if that was the case ... he'd have to turn himself in." If you wanted him to be the good guy, in this story of yours," said Mitch, "then yeah, he'd have to resolve it some way. I mean somebody got hurt, right? He'd have to take responsibility for that ... if he was a good guy." That's not quite the ending I had in mind," sighed Kris."Who says that has to be the ending?" asked Mitch.Kris looked up in surprise."Of course it would be the ending. Hit and run. Guy. “Simone, this is Hana. Hana will be delighted to show you the horses and take you for a ride. You should wear some real boots though. You’ll find a pair in the tack room. Have fun!” Hana turned out to be a nineteen year old Japanese girl fresh out of high school. She was in her third month of a one year contract, working as a hostess at the institute. Simone noticed the outline of Himiko’s fingers on Hana’s cheek; she got a good slap for sure. Hana introduced herself and then she walked ahead.