One hand reachs around and under to her breasts to pinch and tease one hard nipple, the other teasing her ass as my cock begins long slow strokes into...her pussy. Her mind exploding in white light as her orgasm thunders through her, her body going rigid and bucking against the massive intruder buried in her pussy. She turns her head and through her lust glazed eyes could just see the other couple in the bushes watching them. The wife was on her hands and knees staring at her and she could just. I saw it was hanging limply over my t-shirt, broken in many places. I closed my eyes, prayed, if you like, and perhaps those prayers were answered ... I became unconscious again.When I woke I was in the dark, not sure for a moment whether I was dreaming, whether this was just another of my recurrent nightmares — my nation's nightmares — but the feel of dirty straw I was lying on, the wet concrete underneath it, the constant buzzing of flies, was no figment of my imagination. I was in a large. I made sure when the plumber was here, that he put in a one man shower stall. I clipped my hair and got undressed for the shower. I stepped in to lather my sweaty body and to clean my pussy, making sure everything was shaved for daddy. I wrapped myself in a towel, and stepped out to hear daddy and Stewart laughing. Julie came in to use the mirror and make sure her makeup was good to go. She watched me dry off and get dressed. I fixed my eyeliner and lip gloss as I walked to the front of. In reality he was a fuckin player hater, and was trying to get in her pants! Anyway, she confronted me during the visit. I tried to deny it, but I got so emotional, and suddenly I spilled my guts. I was sobbing and begging her to forgive me - begging her for understanding - to understand that I could get hurt, even killed if I refused. She looked at me through the window and hung up the phone. I will never forget that look - it was of total and utter disgust. I watched, crying as she walked out.