Then he licked his lips and said, "That should relax you a bit cunt boy. Don't you think?"I could only lie there gasping for breath.I begged, "No Sid,... please!"But he could care less what I said, he had only one thing in mind, he wanted to fuck his little cunt boy and there was nothing I could do about it. "C'mon cunt boy, you know you want it. You were ready to shoot all your spunk when I shoved a finger in there, so now you'll get to know what a real dick feels like. Hey," he said is if it was. Hey,” she said, pulling on the white shorts, “why don’t you get more comfortable.” So, Paige took off her shorts and went to work on a cock that was thick and heavy on the end, like a clenched fist ready to pound. Ms. Dawson smelled the glorious aroma of her pussy, exaggerated by arousal and made more pungent from the drying sweat of the early morning run. Even as she sat, her legs spread, on the easy chair adjacent to the couch, she could smell the dark perfume of. While Marcy cleaned up he fixed some bacon and eggs over the campfire. After eating and putting out the fire they broke camp, Marcy was dressed in black leather pants and a white t-shirt with a black leather vest.Those pants were skintight, they gave Pete a thrill every time he looked at her. He had on Jeans and a black leather vest.Marcy was finishing loading the trailer when she came over to Pete with a wet rag in her hand."What's that for babe" he asked?"Why lover, I got cleaned up and I. Her second thought was to grab REALLY hard! Her third thought was that her hands hurt like hell.It was our mom and dad that made the call to me. I met them at the hospital where the doctors were just finishing up their work on Vanessa's hands and leg. I'll skip the gory details, but after they dug out all the little pieces of the rough rope material from her raw hands they had to wrap them to protect them and help in the healing. Somehow when she fell down the rope got caught around her right.