I was the action hero the first time, and I would battle my way through the front yard, to find her in the creek in my backyard trapped in an imaginar... cage. I would kick in the door, pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, and carry her to a secluded area in the creek where, if someone was looking, would not be able to see from the house.She would say the, "You're my hero!" and sling her arms around my neck. We would kiss on the lips (we knew this wasn't acting now), with her older brother. A very large finger. She knew what would happen next. " Don't do this," She said. But I did. I entered her. Her pussy is bullied open by my big cock. It is sudden and painful but her toes curl with an ecstasy that shot from the bottom of her to the top and escapes in a moan. " Oh no. No why? No." She said with every inch I buried into her. My thickness pushing her vaginal walls to their limit again. My length pressing against her cervix and went further, stretching her quim until she thought it. She smelled like paradise, and her hair, when released from the ponytail she wore when on duty, hung in a golden cascade to the middle of her back. When his wife introduced her, Greg had shaken Valerie's hand politely, and as soon as they touch his cock had become painfully hard. Ever since, he had been a dutiful grandson, checking in on her often, especially the days that Valerie worked. Really, he came to see Valerie. Just being in her presence was intoxicating, and they would often talk. "Wendy said nothing. Indeed, she was silent until they stopped in the supermarket car park. Betty, ever sensitive, reached for her hands which were tightly clasped in her lap."Wendy dear, I promise that if he should pick me I'll make jolly sure that you stay as long as you want."Wendy turned to her, tears welling, and nodded. She was unable to speak. It was, understandably, a fairly silent shopping expedition and they did not stay for lunch. It was not planned anyway.Wendy was now in a dilemma..