For years, I was the guy who handed the flyers filled with information about male victims of abuse to random men and women I encountered. I talked to ...en and women in class, at the library, on the subway, on the bus and at church. I was dedicated to my cause and gave one hundred percent. Until something came along to tarnish my view of my fellow man. Even though I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve helped, directly or indirectly, I found myself giving up on the cause because certain men weren’t. I then gripped my cock and run it down her butt crack to her wet slit and rubbed the head over her damp lips. ‘Ohmigod. Please fuck me,’ Ashley moaned wantonly as she looked over her shoulder at me. I pushed the head between her lips and drove it in hard as far as it would go. She jerked and she moaned aloud. I pulled out and drove it back in even harder. I grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back as I thrust my cock back into her. With every stroke Ashley was moaning, urging me. Well as the fans started coming in the coliseum was jam packed. My husband and I were close to the stage with maybe a few people in front of us. We were squished together like sardines in a can. The band started playing and the crowd started getting wild and we all started getting more and more squished together. After a while I noticed I was the only female this close to the stage. I was surrounded by men or should I say teenagers between ages of 16 and 25. My husband was standing beside me;. A guy in the area wanted to meet me. I hesitated, of course. It is not the same to call the devil as to see him actually coming, as a say goes. But then again, I was in need and I was intrigued. His profile indicated that he was significantly older (58 years olds) and a about my same height (I’m 6’-0). Initially, I replied ambiguously to his messages, but when I noticed he was about give up on me, I ultimately accepted to meet. He said he could show up at my room in about half an hour. I.