Pulling my legs up, I hugged them to my chest. Dan knelt between my legs and entered me.“Oh fuck, your soooooo big.” I squealed as he pushed into ...e.“Slowly.” I had to reach up and push his chest as he went to fast and hurt me.His hands were all over my tits, squeezing and kneading as he pulled back before easing forwards again, inching more of his length into me.“Oh yes, fuck me baby.” I cooed at him.Liz crawled over to us and nibbled my nipple and rubbed my clit. “Oh yes babe, fuck her with. ..' John answered ' ... hey man, thanks for the fuck. Now it's between you and Jim, I may be back if you all ain't done when I come back! ... '. Before I could do anything 'Jim' was pulling my other leg apart and his man hood was probing my butt crack. The splodge that John had deposit was streaming from my anal orifice and provided a slick lube for 'Jim'. With one easy slide 'Jim' pushed his man hood balls deep into my gaped anal sphincter. 'Jim' was seated in me so deep that i lost my breath. I didn't know what Tiny had paid for this boat and I would be willing to bet the gas mileage sucked. Speaking of that, when I opened the trunk, I noticed that there was a large extra tank in it, surrounded by plating. The trunk lid was also plated with steel, and it wasn't the light stuff either. No wonder there were so many air bags under it. It had to weigh a good two or three tons over what it had been when it left the factory. I sat down inside and there were buttons all over the dash where. So she went to check it out. She went to the Western Wall and there he was, walking slowly up to the holy site.She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, using a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview."Pardon me, sir, I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. What's your name?"Morris Feinberg," he replied."Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?" For about 60 years." 60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?" I pray.