He left me, lied beside my son on my bed, just as if he is my husband !!Then throughout the day whenever he got the chance he hugged and fondled me. I... fact in the evening when I was cooking in the kitchen, he pulled down my blouse almost forcefully. There I was cooking and hugged me from behind and kept on fondling my breast. Truly speaking, initially I was enjoying this fondling but gradually it started paining. I tried to persuade him to go and study, but he was reluctant. At one point the. " With that he stroked her nipples once more, then traced the edges of her well rounded breasts as though they were the most delicate of works of art. Ignoring her protests and thrashing he continued to admire the scenery with his fingertips the way a blind man would find his way though unfamiliar confines. His eyes never left hers, taking in her desperation and terror the way a composer drinks in the affections of a crowded concert hall. "So young, so pretty, so mine." She arched her back. Al applied the jell to the rubber on his cock and wiped his fingers on John’s ass hole and John felt it cold and wet and soothing. Al was over him now, pushing his cock into his ass, holding it as he pushed, and John bore down to accept it. The head slipped in. Then Al pulled back and wiped his cock into the jelly on John’s ass to wet it before he tried to enter him again. John lowered his upper body to rest on his elbows and his forehead to the bed, waiting. Al supported his erection with a. ‘Were you frightened?’ she asked. I thought for a moment, ‘After I fell in I honestly can’t remember a thing, but I’m sure I would have been.’ ‘And when you went for the guy with the gun?’ ‘I was more scared of not doing something, I think. I thought we would be dead if we just stood there and I was scared of dying that way, so doing nothing wasn’t an option. I wasn’t brave, just desperate.’ She shrugged off her robe and this time she was naked underneath it. She slipped into bed on my bad side.