"Why are you protecting that damn rapist!" I cried."I'm not protecting him, I'm protecting you!" he shouted back. "He's unarmed!"I was still ready to ...ill him, but his words and actions had delayed me until it penetrated enough so that I began to think again. "Has he told you what he did to my wife? He beat her until she may lose the baby and then raped her as she lay there unconscious. And you still want to protect the son of a bitch?" He told me and I will so testify in court. I have told him. ‘Father is that ye?’ His eyes opened a little and his world was a little blurry. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to see his son standing at the end of the alley. He tried to collect his thoughts as the boy ran up to him. ‘It is ye father!’ the boy exclaimed. ‘Are ye alright?’ He looked over his father, his eyes settling over Jonathan’s stomach area. Fright crossed the boys face and his father reached up grabbing the boy’s shoulder. ‘It’s alright Jack.’ ‘But yer dying father,’ he said. I put my hands under her buttocks and pumped with all my force. She was about to get orgasms so was moaning ‘haaaaaaaa thik hai aur thora anderrrrrrrrr haaaa baaassss’ and she came. Immediately, I accelerated my hips and with some more hard stocks I ejaculated my hot semen in her vagina. She was taking it deep in her pussy with both her legs wide in air. Later she told me about her bitter sex life with my uncle. Since her wedding day he always took her by force. On her wedding night he pushed. Then as if to reassure me, she put her lips to mine, and started to kiss me, while feeling around my body. I gave up, and began to kiss back, passionately even. Slowly my hands began to make their way around her body. First I slowly brought them down to her tits, which were now perk and alert. I began by holding one, rubbing the nipple, seizing it. She seemed to like it, because she let out a moan.While I did this, we were still kissing but she was also exploring my body. First touching my.