This was a man who carried himself like the huge bulge in his pants didn't lie, and it was primal in how it aroused me like nothing ever could. I sli...d inch after inch, sensitive nerve-endings grating on thick tool, shocks ripping through my body. I was biting my lip and whimpering faintly by the time I bottomed out. Then I looked down and realized that despite having what might have been as much as nine inches of monstrous man-meat in me, there was still half of it sticking out. I gave a. She massage herself until she was sweaty and too sore to continue then lie awake, frustrated, aching for release, and wondering what was wrong with her. The following morning she would always swear to herself never to do it again. But a day or two later her libido would rear up and once more she would be lying there in the dark working her fingers inside herself , visualizing her exposed roommate's legs up in the air from bring fucked by her boyfriend.Then came the weekend they went away. she. Sex was boring and ordinary and sort of a routine ritual. I needed some spice in it. Also, there was a notable change in the way my father-in-law saw me. I noticed a change in the way he looked at me, the areas he stared at. In particular his eyes were peeking at my bouncing breasts and my shaky ass when I moved around the house.Well, I don’t like to boast about myself but I am not bad in those departments. My breasts are firm enough and protruding, almost an invitation to grab them and squeeze. “You two! If you let that touch the dirt, I’ll see that you’re on field duty for a month!” He glanced back at the young man. “Praise be.”“Praise be.” He did the customary little nod as Brother John waddled off to supervise the rug transportation. He slammed the van door and took a step toward the dolly, only to be caught back by a tug and a tearing sound. His robe was caught in the van door.Without guidance, we cannot grow. Without growth, we cannot Ascend. — Blessed Precept #7Inside the.