He left hand left his arm and snaked between my legs to my thong covered pussy. Her fingers moved the material to go underneath and stroke my wet lips... Ted, seeing what his wife was doing, slipped a hand inside the loose top of my dress and fondled a breast.Diana said between gasps, “Teresa, get undressed.”It didn’t take me long. I slid off the bed, slipped off the heels, pulled the dress over my head, and dropped the thong. I climbed back onto the bed as Ted continued thrusting into his wife.. I thought I was coming there to fuck him but I was there for him to fuck how he wanted and where he wanted. As I bent over the end of the couch totally exposed for him he told me to spread my legs further apart. I’m sure my ass and pussy glistened from the wetness of my explosion earlier I could feel the dampness from my pussy on my legs and thighs. He took the head of his huge cock and rubbed it from the top of my ass down my crack to my pussy slowly till he reached the place he would bury it. And that was just the beginning of the abuse.4 YEARS LATER My mother never knew. For 2 years the abuse continued and then one day my parents divorced. Just like that! I never knew why. I didn't really care, I didn't have a life anyway. My bruises from all the abuse meant I had no friends. My grades dropped. I sinked into depression. All I had was Peter. He had been my friend for seven years. He didn't know of course, I could never bring myself to explain the bruises. But he worried. He was. Hum log 11:30 tak ghar pahonche mama mami bhi than gaye the wo jald hi sone chale gaye.Maine bhi apna lower without underwear change kiya aur uske kuch samay bad rima black nighty me mere pass aagayi.Aur aatehi rima ne bhuki sherni ki tarha mere lund me kud padi aur mera lower ek jhatke me niche kardi aur boht crazily lund chus rahi thi aur uski khurduri zuban se lund chatna uska jeebh se mere lund ke cap pe circle bana tezi se mere lund ko mun ke andar baher karna mujhe pagal karraha tha uske.