Andrew stood up, guided his semi hard cock into her slit. He felt her opening, then thrust forward as hard as he could. She screamed which was muffled... from the ball, and squirmed, it was so painful. She hadn’t had sex before, and she wasn’t wet like a turned on women would be. Andrew was in a little pain too, but he kept moving in her very tight pussy. Soon her virgin blood was lubricating the walls of her insides for him. It felt so wonderful to Andrew, so tight, so form fitting. Andrew’s pace. ”My wife said, “Tell us about some of these wild things.”Marilyn said, “Well one time I sucked Father Tom’s cock in the confessional while he heard the sins of all of the girls in the senior class. Did they ever have some good sins to confess! He came in my mouth twice. Then one time I was under the podium during his sermon sucking his cock with several hundred people in the congregation seated in the pews. But mostly he just fucks me on the altar when church isn’t in session. When we got a new. The tradition had been that each recipient of a few swats across the rear was invited to sign the paddle to mark the occasion. Ben would have loved it. He would have savored each of the feminine names nestled among the names of boys who’d taken licks. There was a Debbie and a Becky and two different Elizabeths. Ben would have wondered about each of them . . . what they had done to find themselves bent over the principal’s desk . . . how they reacted when the wood smacked their taut young. The switch to the main better not be, though."A further check with the binoculars a couple of minutes later showed that the switch to the main indeed had to be thrown. It was normally left that way, since the heavy rock trains passed right through Spearfish Lake on their way down to the barge loader at Camden. "OK," Walt said, idling the engine and letting the train slow, "You know what to do. Get down, throw the switch, and I'll pull forward. Call me when the tail's through, throw the switch.