"Oh god! You feel so big in my ass! Mmm god. How does it feel baby? Do you like stretching my ass with your wonderful dick?" she asks me, slowly movin... from side to side. She begins moving slightly faster. She starts to shake again, and her fingers go to masturbate again. I feel her hand moving between her areas. She speeds up each time she bottoms out, and grips her breast with her spare hand. She moans constantly, as she bounces on me, and suddenly, all of the sensations are too much. I begin. “Good lad. I’ve got the kettle on.”I followed him into his spacious kitchen, impressed with the design and noting it was sparkling clean. He noticed. “Bit of a neat freak, a legacy from my late wife. She was the most ordered person I ever knew, and it made an impression on me. I often wondered how she would have dealt with children, but she got sick before we were ready for them, and by then it was too late. I suspect they would have driven her to distraction at first, but then her will would. After that she was turned around and pushed toward the direction she came from. It seems like it was directing her deeper into the woods. As they went into the forest, Cindy noticed there wasn’t any sound, except for the pounding of her heart echoing in her ears. She has no idea who had her, what they wanted or even if it’s a man or beast.Cindy kept her eyes glued on the path in front of her, not daring to look back. She could faintly make out the image of a big tree that had fallen. Jones hurried through the library noting that it was deserted atthis hour. It was the school librarian's free period. Walking into themain office Mrs. Jones spotted Mrs. Stone sitting behind the frontcounter. "Hi, Cathy," said Mrs. Jones, "can you see that this isreturned to Rebecca Murphy, she dropped it earlier." Of course," replied Mrs. Stone pulling an envelope from under the deskand holding it out to Mrs. Jones. The necklace was dropped into theenvelope and Mrs. Stone wrote Becky's.