In six months I was probably raped a hundred times. Trust me there is no such thing as laying back and enjoying it. Rough sex is one thing, real rape ...s quite another. Real rape is never about sex, it is about power. Who has the power and who doesn't.I remembered it all and I had dreams about it all. The doctor wanted me to see a therapist. We both recognized that I suffered from PTSD. We just differed on how to treat it. I took the antidepressants, but not the therapy. I wasn't ready to talk. Imagine his shock when he could recognize two of Veronica's friends were his performers. But what surprised him most was that one of them was Betty Cooper.'My god!' He exclaimed to himself.Mr. Lodge had been fantasizing about young Betty ever since her body started to develop into a ravishing beauty. And here she was, head down into Midge's crotch, licking away like an old pro.As he continued following the action in front of him, Mr. Lodge released his cock from the confines of his riding pants. Chloe watched us, unsure of what we were doing. I couldn't help but laugh when Sonja finally pulled away. "That just cleans your lips, not your faces." I then started licking her cheeks as if I myself were a dog. She giggled and wagged her tail at the feel of my tongue. I didn't really clean the cake off her face, so much as thin the mess. I did the same to Momo, making her purr, especially when my tongue met her lips. Once they were both done, I looked over to Chloe. She was shifting in her. My lovely wife tells me to undress as both girls disrobed, leaving only their red thigh high stockings and high heels on. Within seconds Melissa was behind me, feeding my straining penis to Lisa. After a few minutes, I felt my body nearing a powerful orgasm. My wife sensing this, tells me to "cum in her mouth, baby!" I hear Lisa moan and say "let me taste you." That's all I needed to hear. I tightened my ass, grabbed her by the shoulders and began to pump my hot load past her beautiful red lips.