Somehow, I felt her cries could as easily be pleasure as reluctance, but that only served to provide added impetus. I made a grab for her tits as I wo...ked my cock back and forth, squeezing but failing to make much of a dent in her leather jacket as I forced my cock bollock deep in the girl, over and over.“Fuck that whore!” Belinda urged. “Give it to her! Go hard on her cunt!”I couldn’t go any harder than I was. Nicole was yelping like a frightened animal, but the moisture within suggested. He nodded and changed his tempo slightly, moving Angela's legs further apart and sliding his hands further up her inner thighs. Her nostrils flared and she inhaled sharply, and I guessed that his probing thumbs had slipped over or into her for the first time.My cock was fully erect and straining in her mouth but she made no move to cooperate and I didn't try to force it. This was her recurrent fantasy of abuse and control, and as far as I was concerned she could have it. I didn't like this. We went in to see the doctor together. As we entered the consulting room I saw a desk behind which a largish looking lady in a white coat was sitting. There were two chairs in front of the desk and to one side of the room a standalone curtain rail on castors, behind which was an examination table. Mom and I both sat down on the chairs.The doctor was a mature lady -- she looked liked she was around 50, chubby and buxom, and with greying hair. She wore glasses, but had quite a pretty face and. Why would this beautiful man talk to me for hours? When my baby was born, I felt even more invisible. My husband worked longer hours, I rarely got to shower before late afternoon, dinner was never on time and I reeked of spitup and milk soaked bras. My husband would come home to a mess and be very irritated that I got nothing done over the course of the day. Life was pure chaos and yet, we still needed to pack our home and move into the new one. One day, the doorbell rang. I answered the door.