She was wearing a tie. She wore no makeup and had messy brown hair. The other woman was very slender with black hair and blue eyes. She was very pret...y and made up. She had red lipstick on and was in a dress. She seemed to have large breasts and a nice figure. Both of them were very trendy and very stylish. “You must be Peter. I’m Maggie and this is my wife Gina.” “Nice to meet you. This is my gorgeous wife Ellen.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you Ellen. We’re really looking forward to being. I could feel the wetness of her lips through the thin fabric as she dug her nails into my shoulders as my tongue hit her swollen button, I nuzzled her panties aside and sucked on that bad boy, it seemed to grow in my mouth like a small cock as he yelled out shaking to orgasm, her juices flooding my chin as I tried to lick, Mmm she tasted so sweet as I went back to her swollen clit flicking it with my tongue and gently sucking, she was in a frenzy and so wet as I pulled up with my cock in my. .. ''Who hurt you little one?''My stepfather and his son, they raped me... ' She broke down again into agonised sobs that tore at his heart. In the pit of his stomach anger started to burn.'When?''Yesterday, a ... after th ... the f ... funeral, they locked me in a shed.' Tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto their joined hands.'Whose funeral?' His heart was breaking, intuitively he knew what was coming, and it came with the inevitability of an earthquake.'My mother's... ' She. It was just dawning and cold. Ben was on his own; nobody had come to see him off. His mother was unwell, his father on nightshift, his sister, offended. She possibly even hated him. Tony, his closest friend, had not managed to get out of bed.So, nobody was there to farewell him. And Ben was not just leaving home to work in Salzburg or Vienna as other young locals did. He was leaving for Australia, the other side of the world. True, Ben had assured his mother - believing that it might be true –.