He gripped the park bench and lent into the 8-inch monster destroying his hole. The pink walls of his gape clung to the rod that pounded tears from hi... eyes. He gasped and bent down further, worshiping the rod that was striking him down."Get over here now!" He heard the voice behind the rod say into the phone, "I've got an extra hole for you!"He salivated. He knew what to expect. Strong hands gripped his waist as his pants slid down to his ankles. He pulled his shirt off and flung it on the. You've seen worse, haven't you?" Her voice dripped with disdain. "Is tonight the first time you've taken a man's head? I doubt it. The Boxer Rebellion was bloody, so bloody not even you lived through it." Don't do this, Grace," Mary said. "Don't do this to your brother. To yourself."Grace spun toward her. "And you! You kill a man, and then talk about shoving your fist through his chest like it was a walk in the park. I can't be that casual about violence and death. I'm not made that way." Would. My arm is still across your shoulder. With your free hand, you guide my fingers to your breast. Your hand over mine you encourage me to explore. Are you awake? Or, are you dreaming? A deep sigh and your body shifts again. You grip me tighter. My cock pulses in your hand with a life of its own. You release me. Disappointment floods through my body. Moments later you grind against me and my cock rests between the two soft mounds of your hot little ass. Are you awake? My hand releases your breast. Was this just my fertile mind, being bored and a tad horny? Either way I set about actually experimenting with this idea and deviously realised everything could be manipulated into justifying my need for some spice, after all I was convinced in my mind he wanted me and I was a habitual masturbator, a once a day girl with wandering fingers. If this was all in my head and he was inncocent, then I was guilty of starting something for my own perverse use.Tall, slim, leggy, youthful and innocent,.