She was carried effortlessly over to a large grassy mound and put on it face down. She tried to struggle but the shear strength of the hands allowed ...her no movement what so ever. Myra was pinned down by her neck and her face was pushed down into the soft short green grass. It smelled nice. It was dry.Myra heard belt buckles being undone and pants or shorts dropping to the ground. She knew she was about to get what the other girl had received while she had watched from the bushes. It was. Their eyes met briefly, and she cried, "I'm sorry!" before she ran off to her room and shut her door.Mitch couldn't believe what just happened. SHIT, he thought, did she hear me call her name? How much did she see? Then he realized she must have seen and heard everything. He felt horrible and embarrassed. He was supposed to be the responsible figure in her life and he just blew it big time. He needed to apologize and beg her forgiveness. He wasn't sure she could forgive him, or even if he. "This is a history lesson, even for me," said Helen. "Though I'm suresome of the shops were like this when I was young."They slowly worked their way towards the canal bridge which led to thepart of the village that was set right at the beginning of the 20thcentury. As they walked, they continued to see people dressed in periodclothing. Once again, the shops were exhibits with the "owners"explaining various things to anyone who entered. The chemist store gavethe children a chance to see how. Roughly, he gripped my hair and pulled my head down to his cock. I put it in my mouth and he pushed deep in my throat. Gagging, he kept pushing until my nose was pressed against his stomach. He pulled my head back then pulled my hair pushing his cock back deeply in my throat. He did this several times and then pulled me back to my feet by my hair. I was spun around and he roughly bent me over. He pulled some lube out of his pocket and put some on his index finger. Pulling my panties to one side.