Looking deep into my eyes, she smiled. "Did you ever fuck mom," she asked point blank matter of fact. I stared at her, my mind racing, pulling up ment...l tapes of memories. My mouth dropped open."What are you talking about," I replied."Answer the question," she retorted quickly."Yes," I hesitated, drawing out the word. "Why on earth would you think that," I asked.She grinned ear-to-ear, her eyes sparkling. "I used to watch you 'wrestle' as mom called it," she half laughed. "I wanted to wrestle. She landed hard on her side, and I was on her in a flash, turning her head around and forcing my slick cock into her mouth. Still writhing and moaning through her full mouth, she opened wide and I began to hammer away at her throat, my balls slapping against her chin. "That's right, you fucking bitch" I growled. "I could cum right down your throat right now and choke you half to death." I wasn't lying. I had set a furious pace and I needed to cum already. That was ok, I could stay hard after. His soft tone now seemed eerie to her. He ripped her night shirt and began kneading her breasts harshly.“Quit it! I don’t want this! Please get off me!” She begged him to end his assault. Finally he got off and backed away. “I’ll buy you a new shirt.” That’s all he said to her before walking out of the room. Gabby dashed to the bathroom as soon as he was out of sight. She sat in there crying into a towel. She washed her face and discarded her torn shirt in the trash. She stood in front of the. S. Marine fighting instructor, and his approach involved beating me senseless, then tearing apart the beating to teach me how to respond in such desperate circumstances. It worked, as two really stupid, drug addicts discovered one wintry night as I cut across an empty lot, while walking back to my hotel on the mountain.The first time I sensed trouble was when I saw them separate and walk towards me, but taking care to bracket me as they approached. The two were not very good at beating and.