Constance was extremely apprehensive the first night of their honeymoon. As a young teenager growing up, many times late at night she had laid in bed ...nd could hear what was going on in her parent’s bedroom. She could hear her mother’s whimpering and her groaning moans, her father’s loud grunts, the sounds of flesh against flesh and knew her father was brutally fucking her mother. The next morning her mother would always act normal, as if she had not been sexually abused during the night.Other. He sat up and pulled her towards him, letting her legs once again straddle him while he gave her a kiss. In her ear, he whispered sweet words that she couldn’t really understand because she was still half in a trance and the rain washed away most of it. She kissed him back, her turn this time to unbutton his shirt, she fumbled with them in the dark, until she gave up and just ripped it open. She felt him chuckle at her frustration then kissing her, begging her to continue. She unzipped his. She kept trying to arch herself so she could take the dick but I kept teasing her clit with my dick. I then spun her around so that she was bent over the table. I continued to tease her pussy, despite the her pleas of "put it in". I relented and put the head of my dick just inside her pussy. Maggie started the arch back but I held her off. I spit on her open asshole and placed the head against her shitter. "NO", she shrieked as I pushed my dick into her tight ass. We both gasped as the her. That night, he waited until the streets were quiet. ‘Hey, old man, you back for more?’ Always, there were two armed men out front keeping watch. He knew they were packin’ by the way their pants hung low and their white t-shirt billowed out in front. ‘Yeah, yeah, I need to buy something for my grandson, his birthday is tomorrow.’ ‘I wish I had a granddaddy like you who would buy me something to make me happy.’ He noticed that one of the men wore a gold Bulova. They allowed him entrance and he.