.. soreness. It was the dull, throbbing ache of an overused muscle, and she knew it well from fighting. But in this case, the overused muscle was her ...ss. Is this some strange aftermath of my dream? No ... it was that which preceded the dream. Memories came flooding back in an a grossly unwelcome torrent. Something that’s been happening to me far too often, these days.Her hope, as she drifted into a tortured sleep, had been that the morning would find her repulsed and freshly steeled against. " Please.... No..." I wanted to say, but couldn't. A moment later he pulled the butt plug out and substituted the tip of his cock. "OH god...." I moaned around the gag.With a quick thrust he had the head of his cock inside me. I tried to move forward and pull away, but he quickly grabbed my hips in both hands and pulled me back. As he did he rammed his cock in deeper. I squealed in pain, but that didn't stop him pulling me back and he thrust his cock in deeper. It was horrible and I started. Tbcim not sure how many took place betwen now and the last entry but here it is 11pm on thursday may 16th 2019 Whats new! well what isnt new is her decission to go over there at lame hours of the night . But he has gottenrejected for atleast 2 weeks and I know she hasnt been getting much dick here anyway. She has been pretty much a moody bitch for a couple weeks too. In fact ever since the trip to kentucky. I have been working alot of nights and when i get home she is either in bed un showered. .." and so on for the umpteenth time.I've been chair of the local branch of the Women's Institute it seems almost for ever, so it falls to me to lead the singing. My son Giles insists on calling it the Women's Institution which isn't very nice, if occasionally quite accurate, and when I threatened to castrate him if he didn't stop he just laughed and said you'll want grandchildren one day mother, and if you do that you won't have any. Which is right I suppose, and since the estate goes by the.