.plus it could be jammed between some furniture, so I could take it on in doggy style....it was marvelous....that went on for a few years, alternating...in secret and hiding between the dong and shovel handle...until I started reading about fisting in those stories. It was described at a very realistic and extreme level, and the accompanying pics to the stories of tied up slaves receiving fists stuffed wrist deep into their cunts with the looks of pain on the receivers faces really got it going. We raked some coals to one side and started to grill the steak.Everything came out perfectly: potatoes not overdone but soft inside, steak medium rare without being charred on the outer parts. We ate sitting side by side, leaning against each other, both very, very happy to be here.It might seem that now that we were really alone and the way we had been after each other like two hot minks that we would have immediately started pulling each other's clothes off as soon as we finished eating.. He oiled his finger and inserted it in and started fucking it slowly but firmly. It was painful but I seemed to be enjoying it. Papa put in another finger and I bucked and shouted in pain. Then I do not know what happened to me I went into a trance and this time I tore into Manju’s pussy like a hurt tiger. I lunged at her till she cried in pain and howled. I could feel the climax building in me and immediately I exploded deep inside her. . My cum shot inside her like bullets in three or four. Almost everybody in town attended something in the park by the lake over the weekend, and the place was always packed for the fireworks.That year, walking around the park, I could see that all the little kids were being carted around by their parents, riding the merry-go- round and the kiddie cars, watching the magicians and the clowns, and eating gallons of ice cream. The teenagers tended to clump together at the faster rides, and sometimes hanging around the beer tent, hoping for a chance to.