Her moan was muffled " oooooohhhhh...mmmmmmmm." She spread her legs wide enough to take my body closer to her, fumbling with the button and zipper of ...y slacks and pushing them towards the floor. I yanked my shorts down with them and stood back up, placing both my hands on her knees and gripping onto her hard. Karen grasped the counter and scooted forward until she was on the edge and as she did, I met her entrance and slowly started to push forward. She glanced up to look at me but at that. He was determined to make me a whore, and I was his wife. It was the only way he knew to handle me, with force and aggression, he considered my sensuality something to be suspicious of, as many men do. What he got was my anger and rebellion. After leaving him and that life, I both hated and feared men, and sex, and hid…I forced him to release me, with a tape of things he wouldn’t want revealed. Then I worked with children and animals, and refound some of the innocence, and purity, I’d lost and. She didn't get a chance to close her thighs, even if she had been capable of doing so for in seconds of that item that was giving her such pleasure, was withdrawn, another equal in size and thickness was sliding up her lubricated crack.In and out those cocks went. As one exploded another took its place, her mouth was nothing but a sea of cum and her nipples were dripping saliva and her tits were marked from constant mauling. What ever her thoughts were, she didn't know, all that seemed to. ” “Lord, Summer,” he responded, finally having found enough breath to do so. “I think I’d better go tinkle, though. I’ll bring a wash rag for you to clean up.” A quick glance between his legs told him that he certainly needed it. A thick coat of their mingled cream covered his cock, and it wasn’t going to feel anywhere nearly as good once it started drying. Summer returned as promised with the washcloth a couple of minutes later. She took on the task of washing him, and giggled as he grunted.