It is about time you figured this out. That woman is going to be a problem unless I show you and her what really happened to me and her ancestors, and... a few of yours it would seem ended up here.” Without warning, Andrew was elsewhere.He looked around. All around him, the land was made of rough red stone. Fires burned all around him and pools of what looked like molten stone bubbled and fumed. The air reeked of sulfur, from overhead, a scream was heard approaching and a huge winged beast soon. Colour is beginning to return to the bush, the grass you now see is a litter of beer bottles and foot prints in the mud. You feel like your back is a painted wall of green. 6 men remain around you, including beard-man and straight-edge. Not one of them have clean knees and you know cum from each one is somewhere on your body. However, you know the job is still not done. Your body for the most part aches at almost every point and crevice. But for now, you lay on the grass. Waiting for the other. I didn’t feel my hymen.My fingers slipped into my depths. I gasped at how great it felt to penetrate myself for the first time. I whimpered at the sensation of sliding into my pussy. It was incredible. My digits went further and further, teasing my walls. My juices soaked me. This was incredible. I didn’t know what happened to my hymen, but I was glad it was gone because—My bedroom door opened.I whipped my hand out of my pants, fingers ripping from my pussy. My digits gleamed with juices as I. A married Irishman went into the confessional and said to his priest, 'I almost had an affair with another woman.' The priest said, 'What do you mean, almost?' The Irishman said, 'Well, we got undressed and rubbed together, but then I stopped.'The priest said, 'Rubbing together is the same as putting it in. You're not to see that woman again.For your penance, say five Hail Mary's and put $50 in the poor box.'The Irishman left the confessional, said his prayers, and then walked over to the poor.