”I looked at their dad, and he nodded, so I held my arms open to them. They pulled my shirt up so that each had a knee on one side of my dick. When ...hat didn’t work as they wanted, they turned around, pulled up the front of my shirt, back of theirs, and pushed their backs to my chest. They moved my hands to be just below their budding breasts.I watched their mom shake her head, grab a blanket, pull our shirts off, and put a blanket over our laps. The girls pulled the blanket up under their. I didn't want anyoneto have photos of me in a dress, and backed away."Please take photos of Violet," I said. "I don't want to bephotographed." Oh, don't be silly," Mrs. Indigo said. "The two of you together. Armsaround each other's waists." Violet pulled me to her side. She wasstrong. Our skirts rustled against each other. "Smile!" Click clickclick."Mrs. Indigo?" I said. "I don't do social media. Could I ask that youplease not post any pictures of me online? You and Violet can look atit, but. I couldn’t name the bones affected, but I knew I had a mild concussion. I could expect to be dizzy, have problems with my vision, and even experience nausea. Lovely. If I were lucky, my attacker would be standing close enough that I could throw-up on his shoes.After Anna accused me of torching a truck, the idea that she told someone to attack me seemed a stretch. My attacker’s verbal abuse felt personal, so I didn’t believe the two were connected. I couldn’t waste time in the hospital. I had to. Dropping my head into the sink in a submissive manner I opened my legs for an unobtrussive access into my vagina, finally raising myself up onto my tiptoes in an ass-up position ready for penetration. Horse riding does the most wonderful thing to your vaginal muscles, it hardens and conditions them, makes them tighter and more efficient at gripping, as the whole exercise of riding, even on saddles, is about gripping with your thighs, so when I say he came into me, dead centre, he actually just.