I feltit rub the bottom of the intestine as he pushed infurther. “Did that feel good? ‘Cause I hope this hurts.” All ofthe sudden he...grabbed my hips and started humping mewith full force. I started to scream in pain but hegrabbed his nearby sock and gagged me with it. I couldonly cry as he made my hole bleed from his erraticthrusting. It wouldn’t have hurt so much if he wouldhave let me suck it first but he was humping me dry.The blood ran down my legs and I cried more. She got up from the couch and rubbed her nipples all over his face, she tried to squeeze her boob into his mouth. The dollops of flesh encompassing his cheeks, his forehead, his nose. His whole face seemed to be lost in her boobs, yet he didn’t suckle on her nipple. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in even closer, forcing the nipple into his mouth. ‘Suck it.’ She said. ‘Lick it.’ There was a haze in her head, a desire that was so overwhelming it was hard to talk and hard. ..I'll help ya.VIII: Bad GirlsRETRO ROSIE'S...because we can do it!Glenda Hemingforth smiled, her arms crossed beneath the swells of herrejuvenated breasts, as the signmakers finished installing the new signover the space that used to announce the presence of an old-schooltailor shop once inhabited by a kind old man who had been visited at onetime by the young man Tamara Portnoy had once been.The much younger, and much more retro-attractive blonde Glenda hadbecome had supervised every aspect of. “Yeah, I think so.” She grimaced as she stood up straight, grabbing her back with one hand. “Ack. That… hurts.” She glanced back to the bed, then at me, and smiled slightly. “Did I gain fifty pounds today?”I smiled sympathetically, then the both of us looked back to her bed. “I’m pretty sure beds are supposed to hold the weight of human bodies.” I remarked. “You’re not exactly John Pinette either.”“Who?” she asked, still wincing in pain as she bent her back from side to side.“Never mind.” I.