It was the devil that had hold of me.I’m afraid that the Lord has given me up and that the devil owns me now!”“Mama, what’s the matter?” you...g Beth asked as she entered the room. “What areyou yelling about?”“It’s nothing, dear,” Marcella said, seeking to reassure the c***d. “Now just go back toyour game with Timmy.”Thad suddenly got an idea, one of the most wicked that his devilish mind had everconceived, and he smiled broadly.“How would you like to go for a ride with me, Beth?” he invited.“Oh,. I didn't feel bad about trying that. The way I was thinking about it, those skates belonged to Ronnie, Melody's complicated musings be damned.It occurred to me that I had been very stupid to try to go in that garage while she was sleeping in the house (Duh!). The woman worked, for pity's sake, and left the house unguarded for at least eight hours a day. That didn't give much respect to Muttley, but then he hadn't really earned much, in my opinion. He was a good barker, but as long as someone. I had always thought of her as a shy little thing but here she was being as brazen as any 'fuck slut'.The guys started fucking her in earnest now, not caring about her, not being gentle, just shagging a slut. She was loving every minute of it, her moans of delight and screams of orgasm could be heard all over the house. This attracted other men at the party to come to the kitchen where they all took a turn at fucking the obliging little whore who was my precious little wife.20 men had fucked. There were times that I longed for a man, any man, but I learnt to dispel these urges harshly with a trusty dildo and my fingers. Yes, I am not embarrassed to admit, that I'm an avid masturbator. Once, often twice a day I masturbate very aggressive and always with the face of my son as my tormentor in fantasy.Yes, my son pleasured me in my dreams. It was not such a leap to bring him into my private thoughts - considering how he came unbidden to my nightly erotic dreams. Initially, I thought it.