I ran by myself and kept my problems to myself. I allowed the ‘victim’ label to permeate and infiltrate my very being. Where I once had been conf...dent and brave, I now looked over my shoulder. But it wasn’t just the fear of being victimized again. I lived in constant fear that someone would find out and I would become known as the woman who got herself raped. But that isn’t what happened: I didn’t allow this crime to happen. I was overpowered, and I am not responsible for what happened to me.. In my excitement, I had forgotten all about glancing at the mirror because my eyes were glued to the screen watching a tall, dark stud with a 10-inch cock bang the shit out of a drop-dead gorgeous blonde."Oh fuck..." I groaned in sexual delight when my sperm quickly built from the pleasure Becky was giving me, and I slipped my fingers into her wet pussy, hoping it would help her climax alongside me.But just as I felt myself ready to explode, I caught movement in the mirror. My eyes quickly. " What does she say about what you've told us?" Dave asked."You mean about me being nuts?" Fred sniggered."Well ... yeah, if you want to put it that way." I'm afraid to tell her. If she thought she was driving me nuts by talking to me, I'm afraid that she wouldn't talk to me anymore. And I'm not ready to give that up — nuts or not. Put yourselves in my shoes," he said, glancing at both men. "If your spouse died right now, would you want her to stop talking to you, no matter the why or how? No. I asked her how about the condoms she said its not required as she is already operated and she has not been in sex for a long time..even then I forced her to have the protection..she gave me the condom which she had in her draw that had been found in uncles pocket sometime back and she never wanted to ask abt that..I had that and tried to enter her..wow what a feeling she is like an angel in front of me..I spread her legs and entered into her..i went half she is moaning wit pain and asked me to.