He has long awaited her pending 16th birthday. It takes all of his effort to restrain his true desires but he can dream. He imagines how soft her nec... will be, how she will draw his head into her neck. The wanting in him to take her. The Count shudders, feeling aroused as he watches her breath in her rising and falling chest. The count moves down to kneel beside her. He brushes her hair from her neck. He watches the beating of her heart in her veins. Softly and gently he puts a finger on. Wanting to see how things went I left work early. Our house has a long driveway making it possible to drive up without being noticed. Seeing Derrick's truck in the drive, I quietly entered through the basement door. Through the ventilation duct that runs from the basement to the first floor, I could hear them talking in the living room. Beth was telling Derrick that it just wasn't going to work for a black boy to date our daughter. When Derrick asked why, Beth explained that it was just too. Especially when you’re living in a town of fewer than 1,000 people with no way to travel or in and out for more than a month. Last January, a massive avalanche blocked the highway and blizzard conditions prevented planes from getting in and out. When these situations arise, there is only one thing left to do - drink and fuck. My wife Bridget and I are in an open marriage but it’s not always easy to explore your fantasies in a place where everyone is bored and eager to spread gossip. Two weeks. Sean then takes off the blindfold and I see not just the five men already surrounding me, but 10 more inside the room, waiting to replace them. Sean leaves me and goes out of the room.For 3 whole days I am fucked senseless, more men come as the others are spent, over and over I am fed meth, cum, cock, and porn. After the third day I still have a sense of myself, a sense of completeness and I still see myself as Sean's wife, we are kinky, but still in love.As I am being double stuffed, Sean.