She's yanked into my embrace and I casually knocking a strand of her hair aside. “You are ridiculously beautiful, have I told you, Hazel?” Her fac... splits with the broadest, most genuine smile I've seen . I was never going to stop myself from planting the deepest, most passionate kiss to her lips yet. We're locked there, stuck in time, just entwined in the moment and unable – unwilling, even – to escape it. The world carries on around us, but we remain resolutely removed from it all. At last,. Time had no meaning and it was like I was in a fog of sorts and all I could hear was the moans of the men around me as they poured their juices in and on me. All of a sudden I felt really empty and when I looked around the theater was empty of men except for myself and John. I must have had a dazed look on my face because John asked me if I was alright. I managed a small smile from my bruised lips and asked him where everyone had gone. John told me that I had just provided a lot of sexual. I looked at her, gawked, and said nothing. Looking a bit closer, I realized the stains on her blouse, and the drops in her hair was semen, dried semen. I was actually getting horny just looking at my wife.“I was sort of forced into having sex with the new client, he has this big condo, and . . .,” her comments drifted off for a moment, then she perked up. “I’m cleaning the living room area, and he comes down the hall . . . naked . . ., not even a towel. His penis is big, semi-hard and swinging. The little girl next to me laughed and leaned closer. She raised a tube of lipstick and pressed it to my face.Every nuance of my past assault on her was repaid three times. I fidgited, flounced, and sneezed, but before the stronger girl let me up, I was marked, hilighted, primped and dusted. I watched the mirror, dumbstruck and trapped, as my face took on unnatural colors and exaggerated lines. All in all it was a mess. My crayon drawings all looked better than my daughter's latest masterpiece..