Is going to be so hurt that you don't care." Let him open one of the Christmas gifts I sent and tell him it's for his birthday." I can't do that, Samm...." Why not?" I asked, wondering how I could have forgotten the kid's birthday. He would be two on Monday, December the twenty-third. Almost a minute went by before she spoke."Freddy was here when the box came. He let K.O. open his gifts." Let me speak to mom," I said, fighting to control my temper."She's not here." Is Freddy there?" I could hear. The kettle was on and there was some bread in the toaster. Before I could ask if she wanted anything she was in my arms crying. I held her as I had done before, in silence. I heard the kettle switch itself off and a few minutes later the toaster pop up.A couple of minutes after that she started to talk. She’d had a nightmare, in which she kept reliving the assault. Her father had heard her and had told her angrily to snap out of it, that it was all over. She went on to say that he had been full. He guided her over his erection and impaled her upon it with the same practiced skill as when he had previously penetrated her. Her eyes and mouth both opened wide as he once again filled her with hard cock.He thrust up into her, pushing down on her hips at the same time, looking into her eyes, and growling in pleasure. After a few strokes, he laid her back on the table and pushed her knees up toward her chest, never slipping from inside her as he did so.Once again, he relentlessly slammed his. I felt sad coz I loved getting my boobs sucked on (which is my fav part, having a guy hanging on to them and that feeling of sucking…mmmm….). I told him this. So he bent over and started sucking on my boobs while continuing to fuck me. I liked that.Till now the only time I had been fucked was with those Bengali workers. But they hadn’t bothered to do this coz they were busy filling my holes. This guy, however, took on my tits while fucking me. Maybe the elder ones do know how to give real good.