But all at once, she didn’t. This was her story. This was her life. Her eyes opened and she looked up to him, “Now I realize something else. I am ...kay. I am normal. But you, you’re not okay. You are broken. You rape -”She took a deep breath, “You raped me. But it’s okay. I’m not mad. God, five minutes ago I would have married you. But now I know better. I know better. I wanted to tell you it’s over. It’s over. You should move far far away. Okay?”He nodded, a bead of sweat trickling down his. I was frankly surprised when Seamus directed the other boy to possess my lips, tongue and throat, while he lifted my legs and began fucking me missionary-style.But there was a method to his madness, as I quickly discovered: His third friend, like the previous two, lacked staying power, and, after less than 90 seconds, pulled his dick out of my mouth and stroked an impressively-large amount of semen onto my shoulders and tits.Seamus, on the other hand, was proving himself a stud, a deserving. The six watchtowers were each situated about two miles apart from each other, some perhaps a bit more, and more or less situated in a direct north-south line. The northern most tower was positioned so that it could both watch the northern tracking bend of the great river and also the hills and plains to the west. The river north of here was shallow and filled with rapids and considered largely impassible by anything other than small boats. The southernmost tower actually tended to incur the. He was pointing to a cutaway diagram on screen - the few terms I had heard of before: rectal, anterior, vagina made a warm glow between my legs. I asked Sam about the columns of sensor data scrolling up the screen, which jumped whenever he touched a place I recognised.Matt – that was his name – went bright red and apologised: “sorry Alia - I didn’t realise this end was ‘live’ – come over here and sit down”. He was pretty much the only one still wearing shorts – but there was a definite bulge.