I feel a little awkward, and am worried about looking stiff, and figure the only way to do that is to swing it a bit. So, I keep hold of your hand, re...ch for the other, and pull you to me, stepping aside for you to pass on by, and start to introduce myself a bit, if only so others see that we seem to have plenty to talk about. In trying, too, not to be drinking your radiance in too deeply, I glance around as I tell you where I am from, and what brings me here, and notice that I am not the only. Paul flagged her down and outright asked her what was up. He knew that her marriage had been falling apart. Henry had turned into a drunk, not an abusive drunk, she didn't need saving, but he was unreliable and a horrific liar. Henry hadn't been in the house for over 2 years, but in recent months had been making a go of turning his life around. Melissa had caught him drunk again, getting ready to drive the kids back to his parents house that week and Henry had disappeared from her life again.. But before I could answer, she said, “No, wait; don’t tell me who it is. I want to keep wondering who my secret admirer is.”A few days later I arrived home in a horny mood. I took her into my arms and leaned her back in my best impression of a romantic Hollywood kiss. While we were kissing I put my hand under her skirt and discovered that her panties were soaking wet. I said she felt as ready for sex as I was. Then I ask her what had gotten her so wet. “It’s my fantasy lover. I’ve been. I had a metal sound stuffed down my cock hole and shoelaces tied my cock and balls into all sorts of positions. My balls were blue from slaps and constant pleasure. I came multiple times but couldn’t remember when or how. The men were absolutely relentless. It had been hours and hours of use and they kept coming and cumming. Fists had been in my ass so much that I was permanently prolapsing. I was truly and utterly used. As morning came, the sun began to shine through the blinds. The birds sang.