Then the flushed, humiliated and sore victim wouldbe released from captivity. Sometimes he would go off in a huff, maybe evencrying. Sometimes he woul... join with the rest of the mob in spontaneously assaultinganother victim. Interestingly, I can't remember parents ever being told aboutthe pink belly assaults, as if we all knew it was somehow shameful and forbiddenand not to be talked about; very much like female rape victims for years didnot talk about their own suffering; for Pink Belly was a. .and kept going till I was buried to the hilt.As the slow and steady love making started to turn into a raw animalistic fuck session as my mother wrapped her legs around my hips and started clawing my back with her nails, and broke the kiss screaming “fuck yes baby!!!! Fuck mommy’s cunt, knock mommy up with your cum!!!!” I grabbed her by her firmly…and slammed her into the wall with each thrust as she took that chance to kiss, lick and bite my neck and rocking her hips to match my rhythm. I. "I think you would be pushing it mate", Trevor replied. Harry was silent for several minutes and then said with a smile. "Say we bet on it, if I'm successful you buy me a crate of beer, if not I will buy you one". Trevor shook his head and in the seconds before he responded he considered the fact that Harry was generally very successful with women and that was the amazing point he treated women badly and considered them for only one purpose to satisfy his sexual appetite and yet they flocked. Dad gave me a generous allowance so I could shop and do other things and then came the bombshell, a job! Most of the other students were taking summer jobs and Dad suggested I get one working for a local paper or magazine because that fitted in with my media studies and I really wanted to be a journalist so off I went. One of the tutors at Uni fixed me up with a temping job with a weekly rag, the theory being that if I did a good job the editor would write a report that would help with my CV.