Then he bent me over the lower bunk. I knew what was coming, I squirmed and resisted but he slapped my ass hard and forced a finger in my hole. I sc...eamed, he pulled my head up by my hair with one hand, put a pillow in place underneath my head, slapped my face and pushed my head into the pillow so I wouldn't make too much noise. It really hurt, but I knew what was coming. What he was doing was getting my ass ready for his cock. He had to get it to open up enough so he could begin. On Christmas Eve when Brock’s cell phone rang. The Caller ID was a number he didn’t recognize but he knew few people had his cell number.“Well, well, well,” a female voice said. “The great and wonderful Brock Miller answers his own phone.”Brock didn’t recognize the voice.“Who is this?” he asked.“I’m the person that’s gonna fuck your world up if you don’t leave Meredith alone,” the voice said and Brock knew who was on the line.“Merie only need ask me once and I’ll leave her alone,” Brock said.. Hot days, warm nights, and cool ocean breezes. Bronzed bodies, shirtless guys and girls in bikinis. Summers in the golden state just hit different than anywhere else. It gives off a vibe of relaxed fun and possibilities. My husband and I had just welcomed our second daughter the year before and I worked tirelessly to get my body back in shape. The joy of our complete family overwhelmed me in the best of ways, yet I was craving some time to myself. I hadn't drunk or partied in two years, so I. Again more questions ensued and again he answered them all for me but with a follow up question of his own. Would I like to touch it? Would I! He released his swollen cock from his boxers and gave it a couple of slow strokes. I was absolutely hypnotised. He beckoned me over by patting the space next to him on the bed to which I slipped out of my bed and padded over to his. All this time I could still hear sounds coming from next door of mischief, the bed squeaking and banging, the regular.