A guy in his mid fifties, balding and a mat of thick grey-white hair down his chest and belly and a drain pipe of a cock. Completely bronzed all over....His companion, a fair haired lady I would put at least ten years his junior, lay on her tummy beside him, propped up on her forearms reading. Nice bum, smooth pussy too. I put our cool box under the tufts of some dune grass not far away in an attempt to keep our beers cold. Not long after we had both removed our shorts a couple, well into their. A specific, disgust, self-loathing, and self-hate that accompanies the enjoyment of your defilement. You doubt your own worth when you’re raped. You question your actions, ponder what you did that made you a target.But when you enjoy what is happening, you question who you are. Self-worth is destroyed. There was no way I would do what he said. I lay there, stiff, scared, refusing to comply. For as big a man as my rapist was, he moved fast. Faster than you can imagine.He sprang up and slammed. "And if any more of my children have something important to say aboutthemselves, now would be a good time." She looked fully at Tom."All your children aren't here," he countered."I know darling, but I just want you to know the love a parent feelswhen their child is born is over-whelming. That love does not go away- ever. Each of us, your Dad and I, still wake crying at nightsometimes after dreaming one or more of you have been been hurt. Wecould not bear for any child of ours to be hurting. In through that back door. How on earth did they even know any of us were in there? The security entrance codes only tell you who’s disarming the alarms, not who’s coming in behind them.”Jessie Harper’s naked, pointy breasts heaved up and down as she took in one huge nervous breath - a breath that was full of incredulity at what she had just heard from her new step-father ... a step-father she was already calling ‘dad’.The Reverend Bryce Unsworth looked at his naked step-daughter and just gave.