” Ron stood in front of me and pulled me up. He made mestand in front of him still naked I could feel J J’ssperm running out of my vagin... and down the inside ofmy legs. I felt a real slut. Why I had only done thisterrible to Ron. Ron kept me standing there watchingthe sperm running down my legs, puddling on the floorby my feet. I Looked down, my pubic hair was mattedwith dry semen.“Is that what you told that nigger too? Look at you!You’re covered in bites and. Eventually they arrived at Ashford, where Gerald ‘joined’ (to you and I that is staggered over the footbridge to) the branch train to Hastings (known locally as the Marsh maggot!) Ernest however was soon on his way across the other face of the platform, to a Canterbury bound train, soon to leave, both men eagerly wondering what they had let themselves in for! The porter bawling the familiar humorous cry of “why kill em and cart em to Canterbury” (to those who don’t know of the area that’s the. I liked her body but her ass was stunning. She bended in doggy style and both her holes were in front of my face. I touched her cunt with my tongue that aroused her. I understood she liked it. I started sucking her wet pussy and moved my tongue to her asshole. By doing this, she started moving her ass against my face up and down. I stretched her butts and almost inserted half of my tongues in her ass while she was finger fucking her pussy. We did this for about 15 minutes and she discharged on. Something else. The darkness is frightening. I have never been so afraid of the dark. It’s different now. I am so helpless. I fumble for the light switch but can’t find it. Someone is sitting on a chair beside me. In spite of the fact that I can’t see or hear anything, I am sure that someone is sitting beside me. The presence is clearly perceptible. Possibly, the woman who tried to kill me was here. My heart starts to beat faster. The rustling of clothes is now audible. ?Who is there?? I ask.