Her hairwas matted wet, her eyelashes coated and her ears fullof goo.This nineteen year old was covered with the sperm oftwelve men who had taken turn... fucking her mouth andsweet little cunt or simply jerking off on her.Her arms were tied to the bedposts as were her spread-eagled legs. She had stopped fighting after beingdicked and unloaded on dozens of times. All of the men— me included — were so turned on by raping thislittle bitch that we found we could cum two or threetimes, it. Outwardly,her vagina showed no ill-effects from the three cocks that had used her.She had a nasty looking bruise on her chest where she had been struck,besides that she was fine.Lauren,used the water sparsely.She twisted her mouth in disgust when she found traces of the men's dry seed on her pubes.Eventually,she got it off. First wetting it and then scratching the dry spunk off her skin with her nails.Later,with bated breath she approached the guard positioned at the entrance of the tent. Married just before he was shipped off to war, he made it back from the front in France with a promise to never spend another night away from her. Never have I met another more devoted couple. Whenever she talked about Bob, even at age 80, she had this endearing smile that gave you a warm feeling wishing she was talking about you. And, even after all this time, he still held the door for her, buttoned her sweater, and called her Sweets. This, my Valentine’s Day story, is a brief glimpse of. “It was for being the best dad in the world and because i’m glad you trust me to be sensible with my own credit card.”, and I give him another kiss. “You order daddy I ordered last night, i’ll be in charge of opening the bottle of wine when dinner gets here.” Daddy orders dinner and we chat about my school work and whether i’ve got any homework to do which I haven’t. About 45 mins later pizzas arrive and they smell yummy daddy asks me to open the wine and bring the bottle and two glasses into.