It kept her alive. After the morning ended and she was done working the fields, she mended some clothes. Then she took part of her crops into the sett...ement to trade them for milk. Did she get the milk? Did she make the trade? She couldn't remember. It was all dark to her, as dark as her surroundings. She somehow knew it was still during the day. She heard something stumbling around her. Suddenly she felt something stuffed into her mouth. It was jute by the smell and taste of it. She felt. The choice is entirely yours. Which shall it be?" Karen held up the boxers. "Do you want these nice masculine boxer shorts?" she put them down, and Grace held up the panties."Maybe," Grace said, "you think it more appropriate that you wear these panties?" She turned them around so that the ruffles on the back could be seen. "After all, they seem to be the perfect sissy pants, don't they?" My, yes," Karen agreed, "only a sissy would wear something like those. I mean, a woman wouldn't, and I. They sat there in thelocker in two pieces. She sat in there for what seemed like hours. Whensuddenly the door bursted open and a small hand with black finger nailsreached in and grabbed her. She was yanked out of the locker and fell to thefloor, her glasses and books clattering behind her. She gathered her twohalves of her glasses and stood up. She stood there and just stared. "Whydon't you take a picture it will last longer," the girl replied. "Sorry,"Becca replied. "Thanks, I'm Bec.." "I know. Rubbing it along my lips, he asked, "Are you ready to take this up your ass?" Yes, God, yes." He wasted no time in pushing the thick, red head of his dick against my asshole. After a few seconds of steady pressure it popped in, and he slid the rest of his thick meat into my tight, hot hole. He fucked me hard, pushing in to the hilt then pulling out so only the head remained, before ramming in again. I felt myself squirt, something that only happened with anal. I'd missed this so much. I didn't.