Young Rebel Lynn’s First Anal Experience With Tushy

I pick you up off the floor and take you upstairs to your bedroom, uncaring if you notice how preternaturally strong I am. “What was that?”

“Get in the car, love,” I said. Invisibility isn’t, of course, a thing that exists, but I haven’t got to be over three hundred years old without learning how to escape the notice of people I don’t want to notice me. “All right then. Of course I had no intention of carrying on as his passenger to Broken Rock. She was silent for a long time and I was beginning to think she was miffed when she suddenly got up and went to the door. It had been far too long. I feel no different, I said. Not like she was crying because she was sad, crying because she was hurt, maybe bad hurt. By the time she got up it was past eleven.