I could feel the firm cones of her breasts pressing against my shirt. We were smiling and kissing and making baby-talk. Her hips were hunching and mov...ng around in little circles. There was a certain heat from between her legs that I could feel with mine. ‘God, honey, I’m so hot…and my cunny is so wet’, she moaned. ‘I have a little surprise for you.’ ‘What?’ I gasped. ‘Here, help me get this dress off…Well…first of all I have a special outfit I’d like to put on for my husband……And can you guess. At first, he just gently rubbed and squeezed the entire mound, the somewhat rough palm of his hand grazing my nipple occasionally through my shirt. My breath caught in my throat with every little contact, the squeezing motion encouraging increased blood flow and sensitivity to the area. He finally seemed to notice the proud, firm bump that was my nipple, and started lightly playing the pads of his fingers over it. He would punctuate this intermittently with a sharper pinch, which would send a. The two once, and perhaps future, lovers parted. He moved back a few inches and whispered, "My turn."I'm not going to comment on what you've said. Some of it I knew, some was new to me, and the balance, I suppose I guessed. I'll say this as if I was going first. OK?"Abby smiled and nodded her assent."I hold nothing against you, Abby. I believe you were doing what was right in your eyes. You were acting in what you felt was your and the boys' best interest. I think you acted correctly."She. It’s not like whores like me are missed anyway he said. He didn’t give me a chance to say yes or no, he just started pounding my push hard and deep, like his gun was punching a hole deep inside of me. It was then that I had my first orgasm that night. I felt the wave of it begin in my toes, move up my legs, and explode out of my pussy. Between the molly, being completely exposed in this baseball field, being used, having just been beaten, and the gun inside me against my wishes, my body just.