After dinner, she keeps eating …****You walk through an orchard. The warm air is thick and warm, the end of summer. You peel off your shirt and pant.... Even your panties and bra feel constricting, but you leave them on.Deep inside of you, a hunger burns. You hear your stomach growling and flush with embarrassment. You should satisfy your hungers. You climb one of the trees and pick up a ripe red apple. It looks juicy. You close your eyes and inhale the aroma. It smells like summer and sun. You. Oh my God Lydia, I'm cumming...ah...ah....ARGH! OH GOD!” He stared intensely into her eyes. At the same time, she felt a warmth between her thighs, the steady squirts of stickiness already familiar from Monday of that week, when they had first made love. It gave her a perverse feeling of pleasure, power almost, knowing that she had made him cum inside her;that her body had caused him to do so. Once he was spent, his body fell forward against hers. “ Sorry...just couldn't hold back....needed to. I wouldn't win any competitions, but it was more than I had yesterday. Looking down, I could see that my penis looked a little longer, and my balls looks both bigger and hung down farther.Looking around the room, I found a seamstresses tape measure. Taking notes on some paper, I jotted down some measurements. Height, bicep, testicles (from bottom of dick to lowest part, and finally dick length and girth. After getting myself hard for the last couple measurements, I compared to what I knew.I. “Use your cock, Ben. Fuck my asshole.” I lifted my legs up still spread apart for him as he fumbled with his dick pushing his head into my anus. His cock was mostly hard, while he continued to pump, I felt his dick harden as it slid in and out of my ass.I reached my hand down to rub my clit feeling myself climaxing again. I was getting off so much thinking about how Ben had now fucked all of my holes. I felt like such a dirty whore at that moment. I let a mentally retarded man fuck me and.