He may be old, his skin may be wrinkeled, his hair may be grey and his legs may not work, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with his cock. The beau...y that I pull out of his pants is big and hard as rock; thick with veins throbbing in my hand; a shining head with a pearly, clear drop oozing out and begging to be tasted. It seems to be beckoning for my tounge, and I am not one to resist. My tounge hits the underside of his shaft first, just before my lips wraps themselves around his head and. " she shouted at me as she pulled hard on my nipple. I sucked harder and pushed back on the cock in my cunt in the hope she would release my nipple. She released it and grabbed the other, repeating the torture.The men withdrew and I was told to get on my knees. The two of them stood over me. The woman took a cock in each hand and masturbated both until they came over my face. Beth had me look into the camera and smile. The three left. By now my husband was naked with an erection. Beth stripped. She apologized to me. She offered to take me home, and beg her mother to let me live with you. She was so distraught I felt guilty."Two weeks later, her mom died, and she became a complete orphan. I felt even more guilty, but she told me my story helped her stay away from Social Services, so wasn't all bad."Then soon afterward the district attorney started investigating the foster parent system. I suspected that Jennifer's story made it farther than I thought, and she later confirmed it."Thank. .." Good. Virgins are the best. I love to pop cherries."Curtis pushed. I screamed. It hurt. I felt like I was being split in half. He kept pushing in and out. I kept screaming. He had his hand over my mouth. I tried to bite him, but his hand never went into my mouth, just over it. Finally, I stopped screaming and just sobbed. Whatever he did to me, it kept hurting.After a while, he stood up, drank directly from the vodka bottle, took off his jacket and cummerbund, pulled his suspenders down and.