But my douchebag friends that look and dance like the guys from Jersey Shore when drunk had about fifteen girls all vying for thier attention. One wen... as so far to pull off her shirt and start shaking her large tits in his face. He liked it. The DJ liked it. She got ejected from the club. So I stayed at the bar, sipping my drink and waiting for my friends to be ready to leave. It was then she stood next to me. Her short backless dress hugged her figure and she leaned forward revealing her long. In all honesty, when she looked in the mirror, it looked pretty fucking good just hanging there waiting to get pounded. Probably that was why that bastard Justin wanted her face down and ass up most of the time.It brought back a memory of being in the so-called protected base back in Afghanistan way down south near the Pakistan border and being happy to get the metal beds for their tent. It was so much nicer than the folding cots that left her with a sense that if she turned over she would wind. I got over my sister and now my focus was on the maid.On weekends, I used to cancel my plans to talk to her, watch her, etc. I slowly started talking to her on weekends and apologized for the incident. She too didn’t mind. Then I started to do gymming in the hall semi-naked infront of her. She used to help me with support while working out at the house.I also convinced her to do some exercises to be fit and she agreed. She also used to exercise with me on weekends at home.I used to stare at her. I passed out, again, with exhaustion. Then I felt something very hard touch my soft labia. “Oh God no more!” I thought as Bobby forced his knot between my savaged cunt lips. “Aaaaaaaagghhh!” I screamed, as it felt like a football being forced inside me. My whole vagina now felt like it had been stretched out of all recognition. My body was being shook like a rag doll as he continued fucking me for what seemed like an eternity, until ‘Bob the dog’ finally began whining and panting as my womb.