I whimpered as part of me was actually disappointed that she wasn't nearly as thick as my dildo back home, not to mention several inches shorter. It f...elt pretty much like I had only slipped a finger up inside me. Then the full ramifications struck home. "Get it out! Oh God, haven't you done enough? Get it out before you leak any sperm in me!" You know I can't stop!" I looked up into my own face and sobbed again. I wasn't a very nice person, and this proved it! I was raping myself! My. Still, that didn’t stop me from helping.After countless leaps from the boulder, we at last regained the summit and sat on the sun-warmed rock, winded and laughing.“How did you know you could jump in?” she asked.I shrugged. “I didn’t. Just went for it.”Heather smirked. “No way. That would’ve been suicide.”I fessed up. “When I was here with Lara back in August, there were some other people doing it, so I tried it too.”I realized this was my opening to tell her about Alana. I was about to. There’s nothing wrong with dirty or crude language when it’s between lovers. Often, it can make things even more exciting.”“You never use dirty language. You never actually swear. How come?”I shrugged. “I’m not sure. If I had to guess, it’s probably because I never see a need for it.”“But, don’t you want to when you’re angry?”“Frequently. I just don’t.”“So, when being intimate, it’s okay?”“Absolutely,” I assured her, wondering where this was coming from.Rory continued, “Good, because when I had. I’m sure my mother didn’t want to see that. Then I decided to just shoot it on the wall next to my bed but then I started staining the wallpaper on the wall and it wouldn’t come clean. Then I moved to towels but the thought of my parents drying off with a towel that I came on multiple times started to bother me. One night I got exceptionally horny and came across this old ragged shirt. This shirt was perfect. I came on that shirt hundreds of times. Sometimes after shooting my load on.