You ... are ... out ... of ... breath!", she sing-songs while dancing around me. At the same time I try to catch my bre ... dignity. Er, yes, dignity...."I'm not out of breath. I am merely breathing slightly harder than usual as befits the physical exertion that I just ... uh ... that I just ... did. You're the one who is panting like a bitch in heat!" Oh yes, the wheezing really sells it! Go on then, catch me if you can!" And with that, she is off again. I'm not quite sure how it started. We. Anyway back to my first multiple partner or as I call it a double at the same time, at the store the owner would hire young stock boys every now and then usually in the summer and they would generally be in high school a son of some prominent doctor or lawyer in town, so the owner could sell his family cloths, they would feel obligated. They would stick around until some other summer job paying more came along or school started back. When I was around 25 we had this young cute boy working at. The Oklahoma City bombing was a clear example of poor bomb making. After the explosion hundreds of pounds of the explosive mix littered the site. He had used thin fifty five gallon drums that ruptured at a very low pressure before even twenty five percent of the mix had ignited. His lack of knowledge and stupidity saved hundreds if not a thousand lives.The pipe would be filled with C4 - a very stable, very pliable plastic explosive that can be formed or rolled into shapes. C4 is generally. At the same time, the ache as her lips were spread farther and farther apart as his hand pushed insistently past her resistance, his knuckles the only thing keeping his entire first from entering her tight tunnel… She felt his mouth move to the other nipple and again bite down, just as he pushed with all of his might, his fist slipping past the final resistance, filling her cunt with his arm up to his wrist… He began moving it slowly back and forth, sliding it in and out of her wet, stretched.