Then, she eased the finger inside me. It hurt like hell, butwhat could I do? If I screamed or protested, she'd do it anywayand leave me tied in this...bent forward position - or somethingworse. I gritted my teeth and endured as best as I could. She wiggled the finger inside me and ran it in and out acouple of times. Cold sweat again popped out all over me, butthere was a strange heat, also. When she pulled her hand away, Ithought she was finished. Then I felt something cold and. I see a small canoe and hop right in, The mist of her river splashing like a cool breeze across my face,as the rapids twirl and flip me,she truely is wet and wild today,Her river had a deep intoxicating smell the fueled the fire in my blood stream.My finger paddled and paddled with virgorous ferocity.Driving my canoe in different directions. I cast my pole into the lubercating waters with my saliva tounge bait,and flung it high and. The first one was a close range shot of her new tattoo – an octopus on the outside of her lower right leg. That was her first lower body tattoo. I thought it looked nice, but what I saw next was much better! The other picture was a nude full body shot! I guess it was taken by Ash’s best friend, who also had a tattoo appointment that day. In the picture, Ash was on our bed, sitting on her knees. The picture was taken from her back/right, her ass cheeks were resting on her heels, and her toes. It wasn't as if I were seeing visions of other women, as I had when fucking Gemma Sloper in Praslin. Gwen stayed as Gwen, although her expression of delight and pleasure soon changed to frustration when Mister Floppy replaced a rampant John Thomas.Although flashbacks of the Argie, the Bosnian Serb, and the Shifta child soldiers, had returned they didn't bother me anymore. In fact, Carlos the Argie, Stefan the Serb, and the Shiftateens, as I thought of them, were now as familiar as family as.