.." she tried again to pull away."Stop! Angela, listen to me. There is nothing wrong with you. It took a while, but we finally figured out what's been...wrong. Now, stop crying and look at me." I kissed her forehead and carefully lifted her chin so that I could see her face. She started to resist and pull away. "Please, Angels, look at me."Maybe it was the use of her old nickname, the one that only I had used before her life turned dark, before the madness and the pain. "Look at me, Angels; I'm. My mom was not struggling anymore and I watched as her hips swaying with each and every thrusts that she was receiving from Ravi uncle. Her grunts were more moans now and her eyes never left his as he was fucking her.She stared him straight from the mirror reflection as he fucked her mercilessly. Her nostrils were flared and her breathing was labored like she had gone through a lot of physical work.“Oh..Babe !!!…you are so fucking tight and hot inside…A really good fucking cunt…tell me how you. Because I covered my ears I didn’t hear my door crack open or my full grown German Shepard, Max, come into my room. I pulled out my finger and raised my head, out of breath, and saw the sticky juice on my fingers. I couldn’t help myself, deep throating my fingers and tasting myself felt so good and so right. The second I went to get up I could feel something big and heavy on my back. I looked back to see max on top of me, stabbing wildly with his dick to find my pussy. “NO MAX DOWN!” I had to. He doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the bumpers. It gets pretty hot with 45 people in a bus made for 24. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the policeman stopped and talked to us..Scoutmaster Ted is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good driver. In fact, he is teaching Horace how to drive on the mountain roads where there aren't any cops. All we ever see up there are huge logging trucks.This morning all of the guys were diving off the.