I feel him push his soft fingers into my cunt. He pulls at the hair that is there. One more rape. No different to the others apart from in the trivial... miniscule details of who and what and how. His cock seems no different to the others. His hands no different. His breath carries the sweet and pungent smell of garlic. I can smell tobacco on his clothes. His white, rigid mask presses against my face. I smell its plastic artificiality. Expressionless I can see nothing of his feeling from the mask. Your pussy is the first one I have seen close up. I am not sure how to do it." Get between my legs Jimmy and I will tell you what to do." I certainly wasn't in control anymore. I was not sure I ever was. My slut of a mother was getting everything she wanted from me. Being a horny teenager did make it easy for her to manipulate me.I crawled between my mother's spread legs with my mouth only inches from her wet pussy. She told me how to lick her the way she liked, then started telling me her. Difference is that we'd been together for so long that I thought I'd turned the corner, that my luck with womankind had changed. But now, after seventeen years of marriage, my illusions had been laid bare and brought home to me in big time.Traffic seemed light for the time of day, well, there's an upside to everything. I knew of course that I would feel it, the pain, later; it was inevitable. For the record I was of the opinion that Verna would feel it too, but at least, in her case, she had. )I have never had you so wet Vanessa, and you taste different too, did you perhaps also save your horny moisture those ten days?No, but you do like it, isn't it, I hear from your sounds and see by the condition of your cock that you enjoy it.Yesterday evening I avoided the almost daily fucking by claiming that I had headaches and stomach complaints and this morning I almost begged him to fuck me because I was so horny ... which of course he did. That's why you had to be punctual here at 8.30 am.