It's just not nice to bang a girl's boyfriend behind her back."And as she spoke, Kristin returned from her lab. "Did you have fun?" sheasked Jill."Lot..." came the answer. Kristin looked at Jill a little oddly, but dismissedthe thought. "Off we go."In a few minutes they were back at the apartment. Jamie knew she'd come back,but to what?Kristin was impatient. "The proper thing would be to invite us in. We'd liketo meet your friends and ask them a few questions."Jamie cautiously went inside. She. The child, the woman, she, her… all being me. Sweet Jesus I wonder when I stopped caring. Why did I give up my fight? I wonder why I can’t see the light that is suppose to shine at the end of every tunnel? How did a woman so young in years grow to feel to empty and old? Jaded. I hide myself from friends for days on end, fearing they will see what I see when I look in the mirror. I shun my family for giving me the memories that have formed me into the person that I have become. I wonder what. Dean went, but he had a dirty grin on his face. Did he know what I was thinking? I went to bed that night, but I couldn’t get to sleep, I kept thinking about what Dean had said. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Was I really the object of my son’s friend’s fantasies? Did they all wank while they thought about me? Were they thinking of me now? Was Dean thinking about fucking me? I realised with a start that my pussy was soaking wet. I had a tingling down there that I always got when I was. I hear him panting now. I do not know or really even consider if he is panting from excitement or exhaustion. He stops as suddenly as he started. His hands begin caressing the criss crossed patch of welts on my body. I almost purr in response, as I feel the bed lower as he places himself behind me. I feel his erection pushing against my cunt. It finds no resistance, easily sliding into my wetness. His hands grab me, bringing the pain back to life. His fingers dig deeper into my bruises as he.