I love the sound of a female voice raised in celebration of my release inside her dark and murky recesses more than the rattle of the iron when grub i...s on the table. The only other sound that fills me with such delight is the smack of my heavy palms on a bottom raised up for my attentions by an obedient female with kinky desires hidden down deep inside.My fellow captain, Captain Henry often accompanies me to take sport in the dens of female pleasure that we pirates use to take the edge off. Me- i will there in 10 mins.Fir me jaldi se bike nikali or uske pg ke pass jake usko pick kiya. Or pucha kaha jana hai usne bola ki koi garden chalte hai i said ok.Fir jab hum garden pahuche to mene pucha ki where is my answer? To usne haa kar dia!Aur fir hum daily chat karte late night calls and dhere hum sex chat karne lage. And nudes bhi exchange hue. Fir ek din hum jab sex chat kar rahe the to usne bola kal tum mere ghar aa jao because parents nahi rehenge. And will have fun i was like wow. Inch by inch he penetrated her until she screamed, “Oh fuck, you’re ripping me apart, but don’t stop! Give it to me.”My mind was racing as I watched, and I was reminded of the time Joe taught us to fist each other. We both told him no way would our fists fit our vaginas and he laughed and said, “Really? Isn’t a baby’s head bigger than your fist?” He then guided us through the steps, how to position our fingers and thumb and then work them in with lots of lubrication.I remembered how. I’d also seen her walk, from the barn to the house, after something like fifteen good hard whacks. I realized that she had trouble sitting for a while and, made up my mind that I wanted to avoid being paddled at any cost!My turn came when my father heard a rumor about me. Someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut and I bore the welts from that.The story he was told was that, I was picked up by two older boys while hitch hiking back from town – about fifteen miles from the farm. According to the.