Hewent around to the front of my car and looked under the hoodfor a few minutes, then came back to my door and asked me toget out so he could show me ...hat was wrong. He said he mightbe able to fix it right there, but he wanted me to see beforehe started doing anything. I told him, I wasn’t exactly dressed to be out like that andasked him if he had a shirt or something I could put on. Hesaid he did and went back to his truck and brought me a longsleeve tailed shirt to put on. It smelled like his. It pays to be careful. I thought I was safe enough, but you never know.But after a few weeks, I felt it was safe enough and again, after a few beers I was waiting at the same bus stop at about the same time and I saw her again - the same woman, the same bus stop. It wasn't really intentional on my part, but I wondered whether I had sub-consciously planned it.Once again, I was there initially alone and she arrived as I was sitting there, waiting.She recognised me, I know she did - she smiled. Miller be right? Was I really just a nasty little slut who liked being raped? Was it even rape anymore? Id sucked his cock willingly and played with myself for him. I lay there feeling confused and crying and had just convinced myself that it was rape, that I didnt enjoy it when I heard someone moving around inside the house. I knew Mr. Miller was back. As soon as I knew he was back I whimpered because my bald cunt started juicing up. Hed be coming into the room soon, and hed use me again and. She kept orgasming, her pussy juices mingled with the blood of her now torn hymen flowing down my legs and down into her ass crack and all over the seat. “Uncle Stan, please no more, I can’t take any more. Gosh this feels so damn good, but please no more”. Then another orgasm hit and she didn’t scream she was just mumbling and stuttering but not much sound was being emitted from her mouth. Her hair was plastered to her sweaty face. Her cheeks a bright red, her eyes clenched tightly closed and.