Let me phone her and see.” He spoke with her a moment then handed the phone to me. I explained that I was an American student backpacking around...Europe and was looking to work for a week or so. Mrs. Olafsson told me that just she and her two daugh- ters were working the farm and she said she had some heavy work that needed to be done, so she would be happy to have me. The farm was in a rather remote location so Mrs. Olafsson offered to pick me up at the train station later in the day. As. That pain cut through my lust like a red hot knife through soft butter.“Ow!” I yelled“Stop!” she yelled in return.Realization rushed into me like an orgasm, except it didn’t feel good.“I’m sorry,” I gasped. I bunched my muscles to get out of her.Her nails stopped puncturing my chest and one hand flashed to my hip, where they started puncturing my hip instead.“Stop!” she hissed again. “Don’t move!”I couldn’t help moving. At least part of me couldn’t. My whole penis was clamped in a hot, velvet. More

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