”“Have you and Paul begun having sex again?”“We have, and it has been wonderful. I feel like he has taken me back from the guy who raped me.�...“Blossom, that is an important breakthrough. Paul are you ok? Are you feeling any resentment or animosity?”“I wanted to kill the guys.”“Two of them are already dead, right?”“Yeah, but I wanted to get my hands on the third. The anger was overwhelming. But the wives talked me off the cliff as did Margaret Erin. So, as we sit here today, life feels much. In the other way.This was last Halloween. I was at my fictional fantasy Sugar Daddy's house alone and already spooked out by the noises of this old hundred-year-old wooden house in this loud thunder storm on what some call "Devil's Night." I had to turn on every light in the place in order not to be scared shitless by all the darkness and shadows that causes my imagination to work overtime. What was that I saw out of the corner of my eye? Did a black shadow just float across the hall? Was that. Mike then repositioned himself forward sliding up, he laid his duck down over my panty covered cock resting it on me. “See how far in this dick going shove your shit in?” I looked down seeing the head pass my belly button, looking up at him I nodded. He slapped the head around my hole, before sliding it up and down my hole, the pink panties pulled to the side.This was it, no turning back now, his head began to apply pressure to my hole, its resistance strong. Then Mike pushed a little. The closest ones had suspicions that something was going on under her covering vest and widely spread knees. The women secretly wished they were in her position that accepted their presence without question. It was obvious that Patricia was experiencing multiple orgasms of the most depraved type and they were jealous of her ability to take it from both directions at the same time.Right at that moment, the boy in front leaned forward and rested his head on her breast like a baby getting his milk.