Later, Cristina had confided in Mr. Roberts that she was having her first date next week and didn’t know what to do on a date. Mr. Roberts had promp...ly seduced her and had just finished taking her virginity when Bubba had showed up.Now, poor, frightened Cristina tried to pull back, digging in her heels, hoping to get away. Bubba just reached back, seized one of her perky, petite brown nipples between two fingers, squeezed roughly and proceeded to haul her along by her nipple.Cristina cried but. The softer blue of her hair spilled about her motherly face. “Pound her cunt. Fuck my wife and breed her.”“I'll fuck her so hard,” I growled as I tied off the rope. Mother Sianili now swung at the perfect height for my cock to fuck into her pussy. I marched up to her, my dick throbbing. “I'll ump her full of my baby-making spunk.”“Yes,” she moaned, her body trembling. The rope creaked.I lined up my cock at her pussy. She swayed back and forth. As she swung forward, I thrust. I pressed my cock. 'Your hubby is horny girl, go fuck him'. She stopped and looked at me, with a half-drunk and half-mystified look, on her face, and as I turned into the toilet I looked back at her and poked my finger through my looped fingers, in my other hand, to indicate fucking, she laughed out loud and went back into the living room, as I closed the door and took off my knickers and brassie, resigned to a cosy threesome, after all I was feeling fruity, and wanted to help my friend, and myself of course.As I. There was really no use for tears now. She should have managed to say no to him yesterday but she couldn't.A kid was looking at her and she glared at him furious. How dare he look at her? It was her pain and her right to experience it alone without other people feeling sorry for her.She tried to calm herself and focus on what others were doing. There was a couple in front of her that was kissing. She wanted to kill them, she wanted to tear them apart. How could the world go on as usual? Why.