So do you want to tell me what happened? ‘ ‘ Why? You already have a good idea. And I’m never, ever going back there again. ‘ She said with s...ome anger, but more with determination. ‘ Okay. ‘ He said, and grinned not able to stop himself. ‘ Are you laughing at me now? ‘ She asked, looking at him, and he saw her start to smile. ‘ Never. ‘ He chuckled. Misty: ‘You were really worried about me? ‘ She asked, now moving up close to him and was happy when she felt his arm go around her pulling her. The sudden gush as the wet spot in her panties doubled in size told me all I needed to know! "Now, Kim, are you going to be a good girl and do as you are told? Are you going to cooperate and follow my directions or do we just stop right here and you go home still wondering what it would be like to be on the receiving end of a fucking like I described? "Maybe you could ask Heather after Friday. Or you could ask Holly about her time with me. It would be a shame just hearing about it though..."No!. “Come and lie down.”She took me into the spare room, our room, and we lay on the bed. Mrs Hubert’s hand started to roam beneath my t-shirt but I grabbed and stilled it.“Stuff to tell you,” I said, almost trembling.I recounted the sorry tale of the foursome at my parents’ and she listened in silence.When I had finished she said nothing, then gave a loud and dismissive “Tchhh!” as if she’d heard the same old thing all over again.“You knew?” I asked.“Not the details,” she said. “But I had a good. He was kneading one of her breasts in his huge hamlike hand, squeezing the pointy nipple hard between his fingers.It was Les Tyborg. Known as "The Bull" by his buddies, the gigantic brawny guy was not particularly bright, but was renowned for his brute physical strength and massively muscular body. He had been a runner up in the state's weight lifting competition, and was a star quarterback for the college team.At twenty, he was an enormous brute of a man, standing six foot three and weighing.