You shiver and glide your fingers over your swollen clit. Now assured he's not going to hurt you, he starts to fuck you at a normal pace and your puss...y clenches, bringing a cry to your lips. You strum your clit harder and wonder, not for the first time, if it's possible to have two G-spots - one in your pussy, one in your ass. Is it possible you're some kind of rare scientific anomaly?It's hard to contemplate scientific inquiry when you're being assfucked - especially when you're being. Jean and I grew especially close. She was a rock of strength and resourcefulness, but you could tell that the trouble with her husband was weighing hard on her middle age, and she came to depend on me and confide in me. I was still having a problem quivering and getting wet while breeding with the boars, maybe more so now that it had been quite a while since I had been with a boy. One day we had turned a young gilt in with the young boar. They were quite comical, and extremely excited. Jean had. Jean's giggling made Vin blush even further before Monica took out atwhite tank top with a plunging neckline that was decorated with a redlipstick outline of a pair of lips with the words 'Kiss me I'm Irish'written across a shamrock."You have got to be kidding me!" Vin exclaimed."It's nothing that you haven't seen me wear before," Monica countered."That's different." Why, because I'm a girl? Today that's a distinction without adifference for us, babe."Monica's comment made Vin's heart race. Aim, and all that.“Yes, please.” I wasn’t above begging when it involved serious risk to life and ... coiffure.I felt his hand leave my chest – and chose not to examine exactly how chilled I felt without it there – and then some gentle tugging on my mane. It brought back more memories of him being far less gentle with my hair, his hands weaving through it as he positioned my head the way he wanted while he kissed me, or held me to him as our hips slapped together urgently while he whispered.