She had been wearing a pantypad to cope with her wetness and the intense arousal had been unbearable and constant.Marilyn's teenage daughter's and her...values prevented her from feeling comfortable with masturbation and she had not found since her divorce that there had been a suitable man she felt comfortable with to share any intimacy- emotional or pysical. The pain of her divorce and physical abuse that preceded it had left her numb for the first few years; beside she had only had the one. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her hair at the back of her head, making her gasp as it yanked her backwards. She opened her mouth to scream, but it was stifled in her throat as a cock head passed between her lips and into her mouth. The hand pushed her forward, still gripping her hair cruelly. The unseen cock invaded her mouth and was pushed to the back of her throat. She gagged and managed to avoid throwing up. Auto responses took over, preventing the reflex action of gagging to allow her to get a. 11. October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while, loudly humming the, 'Mission Impossible' theme.12. October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his, 'Madonna Look' using different sizes of funnels.13. October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'14. October 22: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed; 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!'15. Took a box of condoms to the checkout clerk. ’ ~*~*~ Nineteen years later, Mari stood behind the curtain waiting for the speaker to finish her speech and announce her. She wore a dress that draped over her curves and fell from her hips to just above the black floor. It was a sparkling gold that shimmered like it had a life of its own and it complimented her lush red hair. She had died it a couple months ago. She was thinking about her mom and how that was the last time she had really ever seen her happy. Being almost three at the time did.