On my refusal by force they open my nikker and on seeing it they used to laugh at me.I couldnot able to stand there and I used to run .During night ti...es I could not able to get sleep since the incident took placed on that day realed before my eyes.Days passed for two years. My dad passed away and myself and my mom remain without protection .Mom used to work in rich people houses for our livelyhood.Due to poverty I couldnot able to go school and started doing work here and there to get money.. It’s not like I specifically did not want to go to Vegas – it’s just that there were so many other places I wanted to go. Doug had no interest in travel outside of North America. There were other problems as well. At one point Doug and I were talking about marriage. We’d been together six or eight months, and I thought we were really on the same wavelength. When he started talking about his parents’ old church, I stopped him. Neither of us went to church, in fact, I’d have to call myself. She was not wearing panties and grasping my cock moved it up and down her wet pussy. “Fuck me! We have time for quick fuck.” I glanced up at the clock seeing it was twenty to ten as she moved my cock faster up and down her pussy, her legs wide apart, her nipples poking through the thin pink t shirt. “Fuck me!” she said, more urgently. “I need you to fuck me, now!” I could not resist. The tension was too much. We both needed release and I suddenly thrust my cock as hard as I could, opening her. I had a piss filled hard on the next morning and she used it with relish to get herself off twice. I can't come like that in the morning (gotta pee first), which didn't seem to concern her one bit. She just laughed and said that every time I took a piss that day I'd be smelling her. Then she kind of laser-beamed me with those eyes of hers and said that if I were to drop by her place after work and her smell was still on me, she'd be inclined to freshen it up - as long as it was always her.