The other kids in the village were jealous and ended up giving me gang beatings all through grades 1 - 7. It didn’t matter what I said or did; my pa...ents never cared. I could show them my long list of severe injuries as proof and would be told to stop making up stories and go to my room. By the time I was 14, if you were to ask me for a list of past injuries, I would list off the injuries I didn’t have because it was the shorter list.One day, I woke up and said fuck this shit and started going. It's not Great anymore." It's not even called Britain anymore if you haven't been paying attention," said another man whose sagging skin was evidence that he'd once been plump or even obese. He now resembled a deflated balloon. "When's the soup coming?" It'll be here soon," said Roland. "There's a stew today as well. All vegetarian, I'm afraid. Meat's far too expensive." It's not proper meat anyway," said a thin woman who was probably in her fifties, but whose grey hair was already falling out. But there was a thrill of naughtiness about the whole thing and I wasn't put off.With that first date out of the way and the ice broken, I angled my way to taking things a bit further. After a lot of talking round, she invited me round to hers one morning....a bungalow in a housing estate. She let me in and ushered me into her bedroom where the blinds were drawn and she had been chatting on her pc. We chatted briefly but I already knew she had given me the "green light" and soon I had my hands. ”“Maybe we should get Grace out of here, though. Fantasy achieved.” We all chuckled softly and three sets of lips kissed some part of me.Jake’s voice came out with authority, “One more. Grace, how would you feel about a triple-penetration?”This time I sat up, my legs dangling over the edge of the table. “Triple? Air-tight. Three big, hard, black cocks filling all my holes at once?” I leapt off the table and turned toward them, “You guys are going to spoil me.”They laughed, perhaps a bit.