I was sleeping in my panties and a T-shirt, no bra, and it was hot, so I was uncovered. My Uncle Jerry, and his son, Stu, had come and looked in and s...w me asleep. They figured "WHY NOT? SHE'S RIPE." They pulled up my T-shirt and played with my boobs, and I must have had a dream, because my panties had a wet place. They were "Granny Panties" that I slept in when it was hot. They didn't show much of anything, but they got turned on. I wasn't much different then, from how I am, now, except, then,. There is none of him left. Just a shatteredlittle girl crying out. I will help you."They went to the police station together. They both gave theirstatements. The detectives were horrified at what they were told. It wasnothing new to them. It wasn't like they haven't heard statements fromsexual abuse victims before that were abused as children. Even if it wasinvited by the parents, unfortunately, that happens too. They took thetwo womens statements. It was recorded, evidence was collected.. About ten years in, I met a woman at work, we flirted increasingly until one day, as we were both walking across the parking lot to head to our respective homes, she told me that she wanted to 'fuck my brains out.'Long story short, I did. I fucked her in my car, in her husband's bed, in my boss's office. I invited my buddy Glenn to join me and we fucked her in both holes. I could feel his cock (which was bigger) through the thin membrane as I pumped away in her ass. Wild stuff.It lasted for. The bus came to a lurching stop, but not before she reached back and handed the gentleman her panties. She turned to say goodbye, but he held her hips. “No sweet one. Let this be our little secret.” She straightened her skirt and on wobbly legs moved toward the door to exit. She turned to look for her paramour, but the crowd had filled in the open area, blocking her view. She strode off the bus, still clenching her anal muscles, turned to the right and headed to her office. As she entered the.