”“Can we talk about something else? I don’t even know your name.”“Russell McCaul – but I’ve always been called, Rusty, while growing up ...and even in the military.”“Rusty? I like that name. It fits you ... up here in these rugged mountains alone ... Uh ... do you think I could sit up? I really need to get off my belly and stop mashing my titties for at least a few minutes.”“You won’t be able to sit for a few days yet. You have over fifty stitches across your buttocks.”“Yes, you told me that. I. Loosing her pants, I slap her ass. All my fantasy was coming true.Fingering her ass. She hesitated and gave slight bite to my dick while giving a blowjob. After her few minute I came in her mouth and the drink every drop of my cum.”what a bitch!!”I push her back and insert my dick in her pussy. I don’t know if she was in pain but that just bite my shoulder. “Hell that bitch bites a lot!!”.. I slap her and spit on the face. She even sucked my spit and started kissing. I feel like gross. I. Harry is the Uncle of Charlie, one of the three miscreants that assaulted and ****d me one day while playing hooky. Charlie and Harry found me in the store one Saturday and they took me to Harry's home and Harry proved to me why he was called Horse Dick Harry. Ever since I saw and experienced Harry's enormous fuck tool invade my butt I was hooked. I had made several trips back to Harry's home on my own, and enjoyed Harry invading my rectum with his gigantic fuck tool. This day was not. Keith didn’t say anything. The comment clearly hurt his feelings, but Keith wasn’t about to give Zach the satisfaction of showing an emotional response. I could see Keith struggling to keep his composure. ‘Dude, c’mon, that wasn’t cool.’ I said with indignation. ‘I’ll say whatever I wanna say. You ain’t the fuckin’ speech police!’ Zach was now a little louder. ‘True, but don’t talk to him like that. He’s twice the man you’ll ever be. You seriously need to grow up, man.’ I said. I balled my.