. that's right lady... That's what I want... I want some of that fat pussy."I palmed her big, fat old pussy while I told her what I was going to steal... But was it really stealing? It wasn't like I could take it with me after I was done with it. I guess raping a woman is more like borrowing. While I debated with myself a tear slowly leaked out of one of her eyes."Hey... you stop that shit... Crying ain't gonna change a damn thing lady." Please Mister... Please don't rape me... I'll give you. My mother had three days off from work and she suggested we go camping for a couple of nights, just the two of us. My father is a truck driver and is never at home during the week so it didn’t matter if we were at home or not.She saw an advert from a camping store offering every thing you needed to camp at a cheep price, little did we know about camping and bought it. We set off to the lakes and found a campsite on the shores of Derwent Water and started to set up.We didn’t have a clue to what. Gor is a mans world.?A world of violence and passion that brings out andlegally enforces the receptive female and the aggressive male.Yesterday I had taken Tammy to mybed chamber for wench sport.? She was oneof King Bendar?s daughters and was now a state slave for the Freemans Alliance,the new rulers of the City of Tor.I was the Associate Director in charge of foreign affairs.? I guess you could say that is equivalent tothe post of foreign minister or Secretary of State.? Except Colin Powel. ” He said he had a magazine I could use if I wanted. I first said no out of fear. He asked again though and my cock overruled my head. What could the harm be? I thought, and I agreed. He then asked if I’d like a helping hand, I was too horny now to say no, especially as my cock had risen to full attention. So he told me to follow him and off we went. It looked ridiculous with me following with my 7 inch hard cock swaying from side to side. He led me into a toilet cubicle just across from the.