. the sinking realisation of what was happening.. I think I was about to be ****d by two very large balck men. The first guy pointed to the makeup on...the bed “finish putting this on bitch, I want those lips looking sluttly for when you swallow my cock”.... “Please, what do you want.. this is a mistake, I will give you anything you want but please leave.. here have my wallet and my money” I begged, I was almost in tears.“We got what we want right here bitch boy, do a good enough job and we. So headed to the park toilets. i was truly amassed when i looked my new mags were not your average fiesta these were german hard core one was called inzest in it was son fucking moms ,dads with big cocks being sucked by there sons i was fit to explode ,straight to the cubicles grimy smelly sort of a stale smell which i whould soon learn was the smell of cum and piss.i went to the last cubicle and sat down with my trousers round my anckles i pulled out my cock witch i was very proud off one of. She was breathing heavily. She was a modern girl outside but inside a total Indian Values bought up girl. She started feeling guilty and tear rolled down her eye. I stopped. I looked deep into her eyes and told her that we owe it to each other for all the bad that has happened to us, for all the years we have been together and still haven’t taken each other seriously, for all the goodness that we shared, for all the happiness that we bring to each other.She was convinced. It was now her time to. Glenda had shown him how soothing sex could be, and how it could solve loneliness and many other things. Glenda was gone, so he would be without—but he need not be so.It was their closeness that tempted him to think that it might work out, just for a night.He waited for Marge inside the house. He would explain to her why it was all wrong. They would have a few drinks together—maybe a light dinner—and part, still friends. He watched Marge step from her car and then hurry into the house. She came.