My thighs quivered and torso shook so violently that I thought I was having a seizure or something. Once his gigantic penile glans popped pass my anal...sphincter, it closed tightly behind his protuberant penile ridge. His penile shaft was so thick and my sphincter held it so tightly, I could feel the blood as it pumped thru his well determinable veins. The two that was restraining me begin to remind me as to the story of the guy that fought in Juvenal Detention. In my mind I did not want to be. There was almost blood on the street, she, our Mum went inside then wentupstairs to their bedroom and threw every last item of clothing of hisout of the window, including a suitcase and anything of his whether itwas fragile or not, telling him in a few sweet words what he could do.From that moment on none of the family ever saw Fred or Janet again, aweek later she had moved.This left Mum with a four-month-old baby, called Robert, (Me). It was anextremely demanding time at first as Mum still had. That is when I felt his chest against my breasts. A thrill ran through me and I may have even gasped. His head was along side mine and I could hear him breathing near my ear. He seemed to take a long time to reach the other end of the rope and I wondered if he was just taking his time or if he really just wanted to stay pressed against me. He got the one end of the rope and pulled it around and over the top of my breasts and then pressed against me again to wrap the rope around so the could. “He’s been particularly attentive since you two last met. He was really keen that I invite you over. I shouldn’t indulge him but this is pretty great and I wanted you to see it.”The house was on the edge of London. A 1930’s style building, built by someone that had been wealthy in the inter-war years. White, with low railings stretching beside balconies that ran the length of the building, it looked as if an ocean liner dropped into the London suburbs.The two girls were standing in Gordon’s.