I felt like a woman, something i enjoyed i think. I was spreading more and more and my ass couldnt get satisfied enough. We did hardcore fucking for a...min or 10 till i felt him really pounding against my prostate. Me : Oooohhhhhhh, fuck me daddy give it to me. Stranger : Ah yeah , keep it going boy you got the spot. Ow nah a little to the right.I jiggled my ass a little as he pleased.Me : Like that ? Stranger : Ahhhh thats right it ! I was too tired to fuck him properly so we switched positions. Hanging out there, but I was moving forward and not looking back -- because I had to, basically. Anita and Teddy needed me; their mother had basically dropped them like a hot rock and I was in charge of fixing things, so I couldn't wander around broken...The sleeping arrangements we'd settled into were ... odd, maybe. It started Monday night; I wore myself out on Belle and crashed -- and woke up with a nipple in my mouth but Manny's brawny arm draped over me and his cock in the crack of my ass.. I could feel the taste of skin, sweat and salt. It drove my mind crazy with ecstasy. After some time, he pulled his cock out, and jets of saliva fell out of my mouth onto my face. He then asked me to turn and positioned me on the mat like a dog.My time had come. He took out some oil from a small container and dipped his finger. He then rolled his finger around the rim of my ass. I was biting my lips in anticipation. He then took his huge erect cock and placed it on the entrance to my asshole. I. Yes, they had been questioned, but it had never seriously crossed any of our minds. To the best of our knowledge, the only person who even knew where we lived or even our phone number was Suzie, and she certainly wasn’t involved. However, there he was, standing in my kitchen, a look of sheer hatred on his face, and carrying a gigantic Bowie knife.“Hamilton?” I repeated. “What are you doing?”He stopped and sneered at me. “Nothing, now. You surprised me. Where’s the bitch and the brat? The car is.