” Soon these thoughts left her mind and she changed the sheets and made her bed and took a shower before starting the laundry. This was Saturday and...she had chores to catch up on. Later she would make up a list of groceries for her dad to buy tomorrow. Today he was working and would go “out with the boys” after work and would not likely be home until very late. She had grown used to this. It had begun about a year after her mother died. She did not resent her dad for this, but she did miss her. The last suggestion was excepted as what they would do, then laughing and swareing began to pull my clothes off. I was, of course, struggling and yelling at the top of my voice, hopeing the farmer may hear me. "Stuff something in his mouth" shouted one of them, and a rag or something was shoved roughly into my mouth choking of my shouts. Then things started to get really ugly, as they pulled my slacks and pants off together. As I stood completely nacked in front of them, trying to. She ignored the destruction and grabbed him by the throat, pinning him in place. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth and he cried out when she bit his lip. Judy drug him along the walls, down the darkened hallway stopping only a few feet later to free him of his shirt. She clawed his chest leaving angry scratch marks painted on his pale skin. He tried to hold her, feel her body but she pinned his hands over his head. Her teeth punished his neck as he submitted to her feminine dominance.. We were inexperienced, but not naïve. We read about, talked about, and fantasied together for years about the physical love we would show each other. Our plans for that first time were carefully and completely planned and our anticipation grew to its boiling point, which meant holding back was like trying to stop a train. The pleasure, bonding, and sensations we felt after 16 years of foreplay created a night of unimaginable joy. We were both overwhelmed by how our love grew immeasurably in.