His cock was practically dripping as he approached her. She whimpered as he entered her pussy. Surprisingly wet, he thought to himself. He moaned but ...ried to stay as silent as possible as he wanted to keep the illusion that he was a stranger. She whimpered with each stroke. He was in bliss as his fat torso and pelvis was cushioned by her round ass with each blow. He looked at the purple bruised on her ass and targeted them with further spanks as he fucked her. This caused her to howl in pain.. In the meantime, if you haven't yet put down a date for your cabin's K.P. day, I suggest picking a day in about a week; I'll need that time to get organized. With Hartwell's segregation policy in place, we'll have to be careful that nobody hears about this, however. Why don't you talk with that girl in your cabin and find out what's behind all this and also to tell her to keep her mouth shut.By this time, it was a little after eight and Pete had to go back to his cabin to supervise the boys'. He could feel the way his cock was tunneling deeper and deeper into her muff. His shaft rubbed along her wet and slippery vaginal walls and the dog-come, which still adhered to her cunt flesh, only served to heighten the swampy wetness of her pussy.It had been a long time, too long in fact, since she had enjoyed a man like this. Now, making up for lost time, she thrust down even more demandingly, not content until she had stuffed the entire length of his virile boner all the way into place.It. They must feel constantly enveloped in his love. They are safe and secure because of him, because of all of us.Love will save h. sapiens. New Man will care for us because they love us and because we love them. Theirs is a world where compassion is not a concept but a constant. It’s as we hoped so long ago. I know it is. The urge to hurt, to dominate, to abuse, can only come from isolation. For New Man, no man will ever be isolated again.Andrew was looking at me with concern. “Sweetheart, you.