The police asked hername and she answered, "Griffin, my name is Danielle Griffin," which wasalmost true.On the way to the hospital they ran her name t...rough the computer and gotnothing of course. At the hospital a doctor checked her internally andoutside, and reported that apart from bruises and a sore vagina, shesuffered no ill effects from the rape. The police wanted to know why themen attacked her and she said she didn't know. She had run into them,they called her a whore and wanted to rob. The burning liquor taken straight had an instant calming effect on her nerves, and she leaned back in the swing, momentarily relaxed. It was embarrassing walking in on him like this, she thought. It was one of those awkward human encounters everyone puts up with from time to time. But she had had her fill of these incidents over the past two days. Bodies in lewd copulation poses, whispers that echoed tantalizingly in the dark; yes, it was like some kind of obscene nightmare. As far as Bob and. She knew the man would enter his ass. Removing his hand from the cock, he'd wet his own and touch the place in front of him. Gently a rub and then entry with a wet finger. She felt her man grow inside of her and knew what was happening to him. There was no resistance in him. The sweat poured from his body and hers, as the cool one behind entered with his cock reaching in front, regaining control of her man's cock, jacking him away from her and into himself. The man went deep and slow and held. They had just about all settled in again when the next loud thump happened. "God Damn it," grumbled Rog, sitting on the floor, between the beds, in his boxers. Tami turned on the light. The girls shook their heads, exchanged a look and Chelsea got out of bed, stepped over Roger, and got into bed with her intended target. Roger had had a perfect view looking up at her bare teen pussy. Even though it was his daughter, the sight caused the blood to flow south.Mike felt the girl slide into bed next.