.“Hmmmmmmm…” Finally escaped from my lips.“Whore…” The stranger hissed on my ear.The rude finger, now drenched and slippery from my juices... slipped out of my pussy. He began rubbing up toward my asshole. I shivered in ecstasy.“In the ass… do you like in the ass, whore?”Before I could answer, he pulled my hair again. I nodded, knowing more abuse would be coming if I did not agree with him.Then I heard him spitting. And then a huge finger was probing my ass. I was slowly entering my anus. I could. I liked specially liked putting on her underwear and bras, and dreamed of filling it up one day. I was fascinated by mom's breasts since I can remember, I loved crawling on top of her and just feeling them. I kissed them and carressed them often, and knew they were special. I don't know what my mom made of all this, but she seemed to enjoy it. I didn't realice what made my mom's breasts so special, until I got to see her run track. I went to one of her track meets, and loved the way my mom. The next week, before their date, he dropped to one knee and pulled out a small ring box, and there hed finally bought a tiny cubic zirconium ring. All he could afford since he wasnt working and only going to school on a football scholarship. She couldnt help herself and married him in a rushed wedding a few days later at a little chapel outside of their campus. They moved in together and kept going to college until his knee injury ended his college career. That has been a blow to his ego, but. Finally we couldn’t hide anymore, she let me know it was time to pee and that my assistance was needed. I peeked down the hall and it was clear. We had been told to stay in our rooms whenever possible, but there were no cameras in the actual hall, only the staircases. After a quick discussion, we agreed I’d walk to the bathroom and make sure it was clear before waving her to join me. As I quietly moved towards the far end of the hallway, I noticed most of the doors were cracked open indicating.