Lush green and dark. Almost like a tunnel of vegetation. I arrived a few hours earlier, at five in the morning. Sixteen hours of driving, motorways, c...ities, rush rush rush. But now I'm here — my favorite getaway place, a small village in Normandy, France. I rent a studio from the old gentleman that owns the massive mansion. He is a retired dentist that lives in Paris for most of the year, and this is his summer house. He must have been one hell of a dentist to be able to afford all this. A. Years of the Internet, from imageboards to shocker sites, have placed my mental normalcy on an outcrop of society. Although I enjoy helping people for the sake of it, I hate becoming intimate with them, for when they know of my eccentric, morally questionable hobbies, they pity me, perhaps detest me, for being a broken cog whose only act of defiance was one which hurt no one but disgusts everyone. If I get into a good engineering school, maybe I can find others who also teeter on this line and. You are now cumming so hard that your body is convulsing and your movements are pushing you onto my thick rod. I grab your ass cheeks hard and squeeze as my cock starts to throb inside you. I pull out of your ass and shoot my load up you back and in your hair. You lay exhausted on the table, and feel something slide into your pussy, then something into your ass. They start to vibrate and you instantly start to cum again. I leave you for the night tied bent over the table, vibrators in your. It looked so inviting when I was finished. Icouldn't resist lying down for just awhile. I fell asleep without everhaving set my alarm clock. I awoke to my mother's voice. "Joan, are you all right?" she asked. "Youcan't sleep all day," she said. I laughed at that. If it was true then what had she been doing all day?"I'm fine Mom," I told her. A quick glance at the clock told me it wasjust after five. I wanted to ask her if she had indeed been at AuntAlice's, but decided it might be better not to.