Unfortunately, I knew there was more to the story than Betts was giving me. Our sweet little next-door neighbor girl simply did not go around hitting ...eople. She was the girly-girl of the neighborhood and in second grade already knew more about applying makeup than I did. Getting into a fist fight was not likely. Still, I resisted the urge to ask my daughter what she’d done to deserve getting hit. After she was cleaned up and the bleeding stopped, I took her back outside to investigate the. Logan notices what I am looking at and laughs. Then he runs a finger through the splotch of sticky cum down below the gouges and rubs it on the tip of my nose.“I take it you enjoy fucking walls, darlin’,” he informs me, barely stifling more laughter.“Zum Teufel, Logan!” I exclaim, wiping my nose with a piece of toilet paper from the roll. But I cannot sustain my false anger any longer and end up laughing myself.“Don’t forget to clean the rest of it off the wall, Elf,” he says as his parting. ..In the end, as she waved the wand, thoughts in her mind tumbled around. There was a “Bobby, come back!” aspect, and a, “Be yourself” train of thought, as well as a more specific, “You can conceal the truth again!” kind of thing. Mixed in there was also the thought, “Be the man I found so attractive.” She felt like it couldn’t possibly work, because she couldn’t settle her thoughts into one, distilled desire. But she really wanted to help him.He sagged to one side, and lifted his hand to his. He quickly dumped his load and was replaced by another. Abigail turned her head to look behind her and saw at least fifteen men lined up, cocks out and hard ready to fuck her. She was helpless to do anything about it. Each man took his turned ravaging her cunt. The cum was collecting in a puddle beneath her out stretched legs and Abigail was now raw and sore for the savage fuckings. Her nipples were now numb again and the pain was in her cunt and she could not block it from her mind.Suddenly,.