Fear ripped through Jill. She was naked, on her back on the bed, totally exposed to him. She tore her eyes away from his passion inflamed face, and stared at the spearing tower of his rock-hard p***s. His shaft gleamed like ivory in the late afternoon sun. The pink/purple cap seemed to swell and pulse. She studied it fearfully. The column of blood-engorged flesh looked like a ferocious battering ram that would tear her wide open if he tried to get it into her tight p***y. But the itch in her belly had increased at the sight of his mammoth erection. And she knew that-that THING-was the only thing in the world that was capable of relieving the excruciating agony in her guts.
She saw him slip his hand under the mattress of the top bunk. It emerged holding a foil packet. He opened it with pal
