I knew how bad it was at twelve,thirteen hours and I knew it didn't kill me. Sure, I'd probably have todo something, someone, then but not in an hour... or two, no sirree bob.Now, the funny thing about pain is this: it's worse if you know itscoming. Apparently torturers show their victims the tools for that veryreason. So when it started to hurt in an hour (I suppose - there was noclock in the bathroom) I was terrified. I knew what was coming and Isimply didn't have the courage to face. Is it conceivable once in a while some sick deviant does find his or her way into the healing professions? The answer to that question is a redounding yes! Then if that is the case, what if there was a place, an institution, where such people might be allowed to congregate. What if there was such a facility where the sickest, most perverted, most muddled minds might gather to feast on the helpless, the infirm, the trusting, and the vulnerable needy? Would, could such a facility ever exist? Of. I plunged my maleness into her, she screamed as her hymen tore, surprising me……..She was a VIRGIN!!!!!!!!!!! I was taking my sisters virginity!!!!!!!!! My dreams were coming true…….Her hymen slipped away as I plunged into her, She screamed with pain, Her pussy was tight and dry around my penis, It felt fucking great as I pumped her like there was no tomorrow.“It hurts!!!” she said through her whimpers.I opened my mouth to say something but a wild “AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” escaped my lips.My thrusts. She wanted you to tell her you wanted her to stay with you.’ ‘Oh, right,’ I answered the voice. Just before I opened her door the voice came back and said, ‘Of course it could be her period just started.’ ‘Oh.’ I reached for the knob then thought better and knocked on the door. ‘Come in.’ ‘Would you like for me to go to the store for you?’ ‘Yes please, Tampons, heavy duty please.’ I began to leave then turned and kissed her softly then left. I brought back two kinds of tampons and some Midol.