The wanton a****l inside me craved the physical attention given to me by these men even if it was a painful encounter, maybe more so when it was painf...l. When I was 15 I met my first husband. He was 3 years older than me and I would have done anything for him. I thought that he could make me feel alive and loved but instead he was nothing more than a bump in the road. He taught me how to fight and always hit me out of anger and rage. Even though I sometimes would provoke the anger secretly. One fine day wen me and my friend Sikha went college, we bunked a lecture and were sitting in canteen. Shikha told me dear, yesterday at 9pm my dad was talking to ur mom and that also not in normal way”Firstly I found this as joke but he sweared then I realised that she is not lying. She told tht her dad was talking to my mom in bitchy way and flirting with mom and also decided to meet on Saturday morning and luckily my dad was out of station to attend training. Generally I bunk my college on. .. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!" she yelled. And I did. I was pounding her pussy for all I was worth, and Margie was squeezing with her pussy and hanging on. Knowing that my wife was watching us and more than likely fingering herself made it even more exciting. I got to the point where I was fucking her cunt so hard that her feet weren't even on the floor. "Oh God! I'm cumming honey, I'm cumming! Fuck me! HARDER Oh SHit OH FUCK FUCK UNGGG OOOHHHHHH AWWWHHHH !" Margie screamed as her orgasm. It is very hot, her moist thigh is rubbing against mine. I'm falling asleep… I dream... Chris is dressed in leather, she holds a whip and I put my lips on her boot whispering that I don’t mean to show my pussy. * The next day I am awakened by the sound of water. Aicha rinses her face in the small sink. I ask her: — Hello Aicha, did you sleep well? — Hi, yes thank you. You had a dream and you even spoke. Ouch! I wonder what I did say. I am not asking the question, but she.