With each stroke he went deeper and deeper and I started groaning it felt so good, but then his cock hit a spot inside of me that stopped him from goi...g deeper and it really hurt when he pushed against it. I screamed and said it hurts too much! No more please! He told me that it was my inner cherry and he was going to pop it open and it's going to hurt more if I fight it. So he kept fucking me pushing harder and harder against my cherry, until I relaxed a bit then he pushed steadily against it. Sneaking and lurking. Hiding. Waiting to seesomething forbidden or to touch something filthy. Icouldn’t help myself, I just couldn’t.My aunt tells me that she knew what I was up to allalong.“But you wanted me to know,” she says. “Didn’t you?”I can only nod and remember the white, watery puddles ofseed that pooled in the cups of her dirty brassieres andseeped into the dark welts of her fragrant stockings. Ican only moan while she crushes my cock in her. He looked back at me, “KC did all of these? They’re phenomenally good – excellent. These paintings reach my soul. I’ve seen her works at the condo and The Meadows, but somehow I missed these. I must remember to praise her tonight when I see her.”I told him, “I would buy everything she paints, but she will only allow me every tenth or twelfth piece she paints. She tells me that she had to have a wide variety of her art ‘out there, ‘ otherwise it just appears to be hobby that she shares with the. Greg was glad his flight suit was stretchy, as he was now nearly 7 foot tall.It also gave us names to call each other.When we came upon the northernmost Tanker, the pirates were just beginning to board, using grappling hooks and rope ladders. There was no one on deck and it appeared the Tanker was deserted.Very strange.I would have thought they’d be trying to defend their ship. We heard the end of an announcement. “ ... And I repeat, all crew remain in your quarters and no one will be hurt..