‘I just couldn’t imagine how you coped with it at all. You had to be so perfect.’ ‘Not sure how I survived either. I guess I really didn’t, ...id I?’ ‘Perhaps you did. I mean you didn’t go off and kill anyone, did you? It could have been worse and now you seem quite happy and you’re leading a decent life.’ That I was. ‘But you’re not married yet. Such a shame.’ Her words were echoed by Jack’s wife Mary at a weekend get together I was invited to at their house. I had taken a week off with nothing. Second, your language is abhorrent. My abdomen aches reading your sinful words. That innocent c***d of God left all alone, covered in sticky mess. I pray she had paper towels. You show no sign of remorse johnmdh, I think only when you experience a mighty load of semen on your own face, will you begin to understand. I strongly suggest you cover your own image in Gods seed and repent. God bless you.JuicyLucy001to SisterMegan: Sorry sister, but please don't worry about the paper towels and the. I’d heard a girlfriend say that sex always hurt and it was just something she had to endure with her husband. I was thankful that Hayden never penetrated me until I was ready and receptive. But I’d never touched him and pulled him toward me.And then, I don’t know what came over me. I sat up and pulled my nightgown over my head and stripped my panties down my legs. I popped two buttons on Hayden’s pajama shirt as I frantically scrambled to get it off of him.“Marilyn?” he squeaked.“Take your. Oh god here itcomes. She thought, as he used the tips of the finger of one hand to push againsttwo of the clips decorating either side of her pussy, this forced her lipsapart and wrenched yet another scream from her dry panting lips. He positionedthe candle directly above the pink slash of her exposed cunt and she watchedwith a kind of dread fascination as he tilted it over and a thin stream ofmolten wax fell towards her. She tore at her bonds, her body heaving futilelyagainst the strong.