Ben is special, incredibly thoughtful….and oh, so very gentle. I’m so glad Ben is getting over his initial shyness with me. I tingle all over whe... Ben kisses me and this is not puppy love. I ran my hands up his neck and touched his face trying to memorize the features of his face with my fingers tips. I ran my hands over his head, with and against the bristles of his sensibly very short brown hair, thinking, ‘he’s mine and I want him. I wanted Ben from the time I first kissed him, the night. So Jim asked what's up. I told him I'm as horny as fuck. Yep that happens to pregnant women. Will you fuck me? What? Will you fuck me? Ummm how about the father? My father won't fuck me! No, no the babys father. He won't touch me. He's the one that made me like this. He thinks he's going to poke the babys eye out or something. Please fuck me. I don't care where. My pussy, ass, mouth wherever just fuck me. What if your dad finds out? I'm already knocked up what can you do to me that he'll find. After the call she told me that her husband won’t be coming home tonight and she is afraid to stay alone to which she requested me to stay back. I just couldn’t help but stay back on her persistent request.At night after dinner I just wanted to take a bath and asked her for extra towels. To which she arranged for me. She was like enjoying the show all the while. When she came in to put the towels and I intentionally held her hand and pulled her inside the bathroom under the shower and she was. Dark, almost black, bruises had covered her ass. Lines of scabs cris-crossed back and forth along her cheeks. She had only recently been beaten, and was still far from healed when he had taken her that night. Even now, remembering it all, his stomach churned at the thoughts of what could have possibly happened to her. The thoughts of her crying out for help, for mercy, caused a lump in his throat that he had to fight down so he could breathe. If that was being good to he didnt want to know what.