I CAN'T describe it.I rose onto my hands and began to withdraw, causing her eyes to widened even more, and she whispered "No, please." But then I thru...t forward again, with the exact same result, and I paused, returning her enraptured stare. Her breathing was ragged. So was mine.She was trying to communicate: "I ... It ... We ... This is..." Yes," I stammered. "Me, too."I pulled back again and thrust forward, once more. Finally, finally, I began to believe that I could continue my rutting. It was one of the most horrific days in a childhood straight from the mind of the Marquis de Sade.From a distance I heard an insistent female voice. "George, you will tell me now. She can't reach you here; Melissa and I won't let her. Now tell me before you make me angry."That did it, the dam broke all the memories I tried to suppress all these years flooded back with a vengeance and I started telling my story.I was sitting on the floor in my bedroom, playing with Lincoln Logs. The house and. As she tries to get up he grabsher. She twists and turns, trying to get away but his grip is to strong.She yells and screams for help as he wrestles her onto her stomach, pinningher down with his knee. He pulls out the duct tape and secures her wristsbehind her back. She screams as loud as she can, he bends over andwhispers in her ear: “Scream all you want Slut, no one will hear you.” Taking a handful of hair he drags her kicking and screaming back to theSUV. Shoving her. “Tommy!?” I mumbled. My voice sounded weird and I was feeling out of control. Tommy was responding my orgasm as I squirted my seed deep into his ass, “Please dad... Don't stop. Give it to me!” Something had a hold on me. I followed his instruction. I ground my cock into Tommy's ass with each squirt. My body holding him down as I continued humping and dumping my seed into my young boy's behind. Obviously, Tommy was enjoying every minute of me riding his ass.Suddenly Tommy shouted into the.