I hoped that she wouldn’t ask the question that hung in the air. She did though. ‘Then what direction should I look?’ When I didn’t answer for...a couple of minutes, she asked me again and I felt I had to answer, damning myself the entire time for the words I was saying. ‘My direction for one.’ The silence that followed was awkward to say the least. We attempted to shift the conversation to a more neutral subject, but every time we tried we couldn’t find the words. I felt about two inches tall at. ..Don't stop!...Hurt them!...More! Hurt these cow-tits more!...Please!Pinch my fucking tits harder!...Make the whore cumagain!...Please!...More!...Hurt the slut some more!" she whimpered as he heldthe pliers away from her nipple."This will make you forget about those old, rusty pliers, bitch!...He, he,he...I'm going to make your slut-tits fucking beautiful, you pig-slut!" a boyscreamed at her.As Cumbag turned to face him, she heard the whistle in the air. Then she feltthe burning stripe explode. I noticed Gween sitting on the bleachers next to Dave. "Hi Gween, how are you?" "Good sweatheart, and what about yourself"? "Gooooood" was my answer. Gween was wearing black flip-flops, loose black sweat-shorts and a very tight dark red t-shirt in which you could see the outline of her bra. The shirt made her breasts even bigger. I was wearing white flip-flops, grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt that a little tight, and had a blue zip up sweatshirt in case it got cold. Still having about 10. She looked so raw and animal that way, mouth open in lust, eyes begging me to enter her. I could not resist her and entered her, with complete ease. She was so wet I felt like slickened velvet on my cock. She held my back hard with her hands, and kissed me with her tongues as far as it would go. I had hoped that we would be alone, but at that point I would have loved for someone to see us. I would have loved to step out of my body and watch us. I moved in and out as hard as I could, increasing.