The room was very dark, lighting was shed only from a few neon lights throughout the room. We opened a door to one and went in. There was a tattered...leather chair, a small TV next to the change insert, a metal tissue dispenser, and a trash can that looked like it was more of a butt can for the smokers. It was dark, kind of dirty...what we expected for a cinema. The scent of cum was in the air, and we realized there were loads blown on the floor and wall. We sat kissing and I was groping. He pulled out after a few pushes and said lets see how open ur pussy can be. he put the head of the plug against my asshole and started to push I felt the top of it go in and thought this isnt to bad, but then I felt this extreme pressure and said Bill u have to stop. He said I'll go slow but its really only a little over half way in and the thickest part isnt even in yet. I said give me a minute as I took a couple of deep breaths. I said OK and he continued to push adding a little more lube as. Christian visited Alexia almost every weekend. The times that he couldn’t visit, she would go to him. They managed to keep their relationship a secret from their closest friends and even their family. Christian still went out with his friends and dated a few girls but it never went any further than that. For company functions, he would ask one of his good female friends to go with him. As for Alexia, she used her last relationship as an excuse not to get involved with anyone. Her friends. Keith Poata had spent the last six days in this place and was now preparing to leave. The generosity of the camp’s owners had seen Keith being given a new canoe to complete his original, summer holiday quest. That quest was to traverse the Waikato River from the Karapiro Dam up behind the little township of Cambridge in the Waikato district down to Port Waikato on the west coast of the North Island of New Zealand. It was a journey of about 142 kilometres to be taken over about 5 to 7 days at.