"What for?" says Mom."I want it!" I yell. I stomp my foot and run to my room crying. I go to my hiding place."Charlotte? Are you okay?" Mom says. "Whe...e is she?"I need a lock. Why can't they understand? Something very bad happened. I'm scared. Why can't I remember what the rapist looked like? I know he raped me but now I can't recall his appearance. What is wrong with me?"I can't find Charlotte," Mom says."Did you check the bathroom?" Dad says."Yes. I don't know where she is." What's this thing. Then I climbed slowly up her body kissing her all the way till my knob was knocking on her door, her sex gates opened to welcome me with a tight warm embrace, her legs folded up either side of me and I slid full length in. I’d got her excited enough with my tongue and fingers to climax, crying out, squirming under me and gripping my bum with her heels while I was still methodically pumping my way to my cum. As she held me tight quivering in her afterglow and whimpering softly I thrust and. .. and ... her reaction was....Kate let out another deeper drawn out moan... Kate started to move more... and more… Dan keeps Kate bent down with her ass up to the ravishing tongue as he thrusts up into her, she in turn reinforces her fucking back driven by her lust and love for the man under her, but also from the powerful long tongue now thoroughly ravishing her pussy and anus.Then Kate feels Rolf mount her and she once again stops and tries to rise up but Dan pulls her back down on top of. I stood in the large picture window a moment, gazing out at the blackness then closing the blinds retreated to my bedroom to shower and change clothes.I had gotten upstairs and removed my jeans and shirt when I heard a loud bang on the front door. I heard shuffling around, like the furniture was being moved. I grabbed my short terry cloth robe and eased down the stairs. I went to the closet at the base of the stairs and took out a wooden walking cane. It was solid oak and could pack a punch. I.