She convinced him and he was going to send me to a psychiatrist. My step mom told me that if I ever told him anything again, she'd kill me and make it...look like I had committed suicide." Anyway, the abuse went on until about a month ago when Cassie ran away from home," Sam said."How old are you, Cassie?" I asked."I'm fourteen," she said defiantly."Shit," Sam said. "I ran away when I was almost sixteen. It was hard on me making it on my own. It must be really hard on you." It hasn't been easy.. .when you were triggered by my cock, a few unusual things started happening that weren't in sinc with your normal life. You felt the need to catch up on all those wasted years, and tried to cram as much as you could into as short a space as possible. Your juices were flowing again and the tap wouldn't turn off. Things that at one time you would run a mile from suddenly seemed a new experience and your mind and body needed to eat it up like a hungry beggar. Flashing and stripping and fisting. And I had succeeded until I was halfway down Morrison, at which point a couple of young dark haired girls dressed in tight fitting short skirts and singlets attracted my attention from the other side of the road by waving and then bending over to flash their cute and really tight-fitting white panties in my direction.Unfortunately I found the sight so pleasantly distracting that I ran headlong into the young girl I'd seen on all of those weekday mornings. I was shattered. Here was the girl of. All I know as I came, I just kept going at it, I have never been so excited by young girls and a mother. Exhausted I fell asleep for about a hour, soaked, nude, and satisfied by my own hand. I did not have time to go home and shower before meeting up with a girlfriend. I decided to go straight to my friend's house, Beth, thinking I would clean up there. She was very excited to see me and we looked foreword to dinner.Walking into her condo, I see she had our friend Erin there with her; Erin is.