Bart looked dazed and confused, like a dog who accidentally fell into a pond."We need to get inside before we drown," said Cindy."Might as well head b...ck to the hotel," I said.By the time we made it back to our third floor hotel room, we were shivering but in high spirits. The room was stuffy and smelled of mildew, and Raye threw open the French doors that led to the small balcony. The rain was coming straight down, not as hard as before, and people were laughing and dancing in the little. Her brother was an attorney who had just found his first job. Their parents were dead. She was left-handed. When we got to the left-handed part, Sylvia figured we had exhausted the chit-cht. Sylvia asked if Marcy had any questions. Assuming she had an IQ above a rutabaga, how could she not?Marcy said that Nate had told her what had happened to him, and the history leading to it. She thanked us for rescuing him. Charlene responded for the group, “Marcy, Nate was being abused by a sexual. The good wifey was a bit sheepish the next day and never said anything about the black guys for a few days; driving me mad it was! But, a few days after our internet adventure, we were cuddling together on the sofa watching TV about gangs and urban decay (man, TV can be shit sometimes lol), when a young black dude about 15-16 years old started to be interviewed from the London posse or the massive crew or some other sort of name. My wife sat upright and looking at him intently said, “wow, he. Hearing her say this made me blow my load. She told me to eat my own cum from her. Then we fell asleep. The next morning she complained about her back hurting and wanted me to have a look. All the way down her back she had small scabs over each of her back bones. I told her what it was, she said Eric had fucked her on the diving board. They had laid a towel down but that had fucked her so hard that it still ground the skin off her back. She didn't want anything touching it so she wore only a.