With her skin already stretched taught by the enema this hurt quite a bit. ‘Stay down there you little slut. You need more.’ Jennifer began to cry... at this news. She didn’t think she could take any more. In her mind however, she knew that she had had more two days before. The maid finished refilling the bag and returned. Jennifer could feel the tip slip easily into her now greased and stretched asshole. The slave maid released the clamp on the hose and allowing the resultant air bubbles to rush. ‘Oh shit, that feels good,’ moaned Lauren. Ian went further and further into Lauren’s depth, his cock slowly becoming engulfed by her. Two people cannot get any closer than this. Lauren felt a little bit scared. Ian was at least a good seven inches, how is he going to get it all in? Lauren gasped as Ian broke her hymen and finally got his cock as deep as possible. He then began to pull out and thrust back in. He was fucking her. Ian fucked Lauren at a steady pace, slamming his cock into her. "The males will be out hunting and patrolling the forest around the village. Thanks to your cutting their numbers down they can't leave more then a handful to guard and patrol. We must get in and get the others before the hunters return with their catch. There should be no more than two or three in the village. There shouldn't be anyone in the hut with the females during the day time," Mel explained. "Alright, you go and get the others ready to go I will search the village for guards then join. Like my father - my real father - he had playedfootball, but only through college. He had become a CPA after college andnow headed his own small firm. He was in his early forties, a littleoverweight, and starting to get a little thin on top, but his hair wasdark brown without a trace of gray. My new mother, Jan Dawson, looked alot like an older version of Jenny - and presumable me. I supposed if Icould look like her at forty, I wouldn't be doing so badly - for a girl.Apparently, my presence had.