’ ‘Hey, that’s great. You’ve had too much fucking.’ ‘You know, it sorta does feel good. I thought I was getting too old for this.’ �...You need to tell me the story. Let’s go out in an hour. I’ll treat for the cranberry juice.’ For the next month, Larissa would not have to worry about cranberry juice. We talked on the phone, emailed eather other, and all that stuff, but we were almost never together. Finding a time when were free in evenings was a moonshot. We stayed in touch–but with car. She screamed in pleasure and pain.. she felt as if her pussy was going to tear..but she was very horny and she wanted to be fucked by this monster.. her pussy was stretched to the limit.. it was dripping with her bodily fluids.. her body desperately trying to lubricate the invader in the form of an oversized penis.Poor girl tried to move desperately but he held her strong and started pounding her slowly.. with each stroke she screamed… After a while her pussy had adjusted to this cock and she. I started calling them c***s,"Young man I know your upset but you will not use that word ever again!!!. Then they asked why was I so upset after all your a sissy aren't you. I ran out to the back of our trailer home and into my bed room and cried.A few hours later they entered my room and forced me to strip, hell the tore off my clothes, all they had on now was the panties with obscene huge bulges. I was drooling without realizing it. They ordered my to come and pull down the panties, as I. It was a long, hard, sloppy kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth and for a moment we were oblivious to everyone else around us, even our daughter. Finally, I pulled away, worried that either our friends would tell us to get a room or I would give in to the temptation to tear her clothes off and take her right there."You look stunning, Elven Princess," McKayla said softly. There was an edge to her voice, part amused, part longing. Her hand caressed my cheek. I turned my head so she could get a good.