?I won’t rape you again, Leslie. That’s a promise. I’ll give you ten minutes, and next time I see you I do my level best to kill you dead. Best ...un along now!?Leslie sobbed and gasped, but managed to struggle to her feet without her hands free. Her flight into the trees was awkward and stumbling, but frantically fast. Her dizzy mind just told her to avoid obviously landmarks. Avoid rivers. Avoid any place he might think she would go. She set a moderate jogging pace, swerving and dodging, trying. It always made Cathy wet hearing about it. The only complaints her sister ever had was he was very demanding and extremely large. It often took her several thrust before he got the entire thing in her. They would always giggle and her sister would say “you know 10 inch feels great when it’s in but getting their can be a challenge”. Cathy would always reply with “a challenge I’d love to try”.Cathy had medium length dark red hair; she was about 20 pounds overweight, the weight being in her ass. Betsy had coffee and two pieces of chocolate cake, while Sally had hot tea and a slice of Strudel. They discussed the performance, laughing about some of the funnier parts. It was a nice relaxed evening with two friends sharing a common experience. It meant a lot more to them, than it would to most, since it was one of the first evenings of the kind either of them had ever experienced.Sally paid for the treat over Betsy’s protest. Although neither woman made a big deal out of the difference in. No one, no man, no woman, not even Stephanie herself, had ever caressed her clitoris and the emotions that she were pent up inside her fought for release. She didn't stop him, she didn't grab his hand, she simply moaned. Stephanie had never, ever felt anything so wonderful in her entire life. But when Kyle tried to push her jeans lower down her legs, she grabbed his wrist and told him to just do what he had been doing. Kyle disappointment was immediately evident. He had so much wanted to be.