I gasped, loudly.The sound echoed through the kitchen, and I let the plate I was holding fall into the sink, making even more noise. Then, silence. I ...ouldn't move.He couldn't move either. He looked puzzled, trying to think of what to say. I was very confused as well, as if he didn’t have the intention of doing that. Like it came naturally.“Sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he said, putting his thumb and index fingers on his forehead, like pinching his eyebrows. “I didn’t intend to. I used to do this to. She got up, her inner legs were wet and glistening and her heavy tits and nipples were so pronounced that it was obscene. I opened the door to the other room, "Go sit in that chair," I told her. As she saw all the men I could her say, "Ohh Jesus,". She walked across the room and I could see tents forming in the men's pants as their cocks hardened when they saw the condition she was in. It was obvious that she was turned on like crazy and in desperate need of fucking and would do anything to. . Oh, Christ! Don't look back at what you've already done. We'll be here all fucking night and this place in giving me the creeps. What a rat-infested shit-hole.Alex finished signing the stack of forms and placed them in a neat pile. They were an interesting assortment of nonsense, almost enough to make her want to breeze through them without reading them. But Daddy had taught her to never sign anything without understanding it."Should I take these to the post office and mail them for you,. Well, I know how it happened but you've simply got to believe me, I don't know how I let it happen." Where it would go from there I didn't know. He would probably ask me what the hell I was talking about. I would start crying and the conversation would go down hill from there. He would become exasperated with me and I would blurt out, "I let another man fuck me, not just once, not twice but three times." Hello?" It wasn't Danny. I laughed to myself when I heard Randy's voice. I was thinking.