I watched as another object I could only assume waslike the one in my colon protruded from the hole just past my bare pussy. Itwas easily two inches w...de and rounded at the top. It, like the one in mycolon, pressed against and then into my vagina without hesitation or patience.It pressed against my cervix. It seemed to slow greatly, but there was aburning, tearing pain, and it continued into me at a snail's pace. The painreached an apex and the object accelerated to it's original speed. I. . . PEE.” Poor Jenny listed to Rose’s retort. She really did need to go but how could she kneeling here outside in the yard. Jenny knelt there nervous scared and unsure. “You have 60 seconds young lady if you don’t start then we’re going back inside,” Rose threatened. Jenny knelt there struggling ashamed, and embarrassed. How, oh how could she do this?Rose then growing more impatient set the belt down on the grass and walked on the porch. She picked up and old broom hung on a nail on the. “Use me” I would cry, “Touch me, violate me” and you will because you cannot resist. Your fingers are busy, you become frantic, you are stretching me now, exploring my limits. You check my face. Still it is unchanged, accepting. Inside I am crying, though I cannot show you. My desires are unspeakable. You are curious you want to know how I taste. If I could speak, I would tell you that I ‘want’ to know how it feels to be licked. Your tongue is tentative at first,. ”I sat down on the sofa. My mate’s Dad sat next to me. We didn’t say nothing for a while. Just sat there, me with my boner in my trackies, him with his boner in his trousers.Then I said, “Right. Shall we get our dicks out then and have a wank?”My mate’s Dad, he looked a bit nervous, probably thinking about his son.I put my hand on his thigh.“I promise your son will never find out about this, Mr Roberts. Let’s just whip our cocks out and have fun.”I pulled my trackies down. I lifted my bum up,.