“Damn, just what did we do?” Larry asked Justine after everyone finished quick, cool showers and sat down to breakfast before their departure, “...My ass actually hurts a bit.”“Oh ... yeah, not quite sure, either, but I have my suspicions,” Justine admitted, winking at him.“Probably best if we don’t know, right?” Rupert shrugged.“You’re probably right about that,” Bethany giggled a bit.“I’m going to be walking funny for a day or two, but I’ll be okay otherwise,” Cecilia blushed a little.“Me, too,. ”I barely remember the second half of the game. The sick shock I felt when Harrison sunk that three-point shot dominates my memory. Then the buzzer sounded without the Badgers having recovered.Rob shouted in triumph and made his comment about welshing on the bet. Then he pushed his chair back from the table to where he could rest his head against the wall. I fear I looked at him with pleading eyes, but he just shook his head, snickered, then glanced down at his crotch. I could see his erection. He started tongue fucking my asshole while using his hand to rub my clit and I came hard again. He replaced his tongue with his finger and I didn't feel any sort of discomfort, he then added another digit and he started fucked my asshole hard I felt pain but he wasn't slowing down and he added the third one I screamed but all he did was slap my ass cheeks and rub them while he violated my pooper. He took out his finger and he spat on my hole and on his cock he placed the head in the entrance of. I just laid there for a long while, holding Sam and thinking about the changes in me in the last twenty days. In three weeks I'd gone from someone who thought their world had ended to someone who realized their life was just starting. I went from someone who was contemplating suicide to someone who was enjoying life.Sam was the reason for the change. How could I not love her for all she had given me. Above and beyond that, I realized I just enjoyed being with her. I loved her smile. I loved her.