From the baby age of 15 months I used to have to go to a child minder asmum had to work and she was called Mrs Holt, it was agreed that I calledher "A...nt Mae" when I could talk, so each weekday from are modest 3 storycouncil maisonette to Aunt Mae's family home of a 3 bedroom house, mumused walk the half mile with me in my pushchair, drop me off and have aquick chat, then she would carry on onto the bus stop which was onlyshort walk away. I remembered on occasions, I used to watch her at thebus. ..two...three!” With one thrust, I felt like I was being split in half. All the feeling in my legs left and my head began to swirl. I tried to moan but I didn’t seem to have any breath. I felt his hips against my ass and could feel all those loads of cum go deeper inside of me. Two of the guys shot their loads over my back as the limo driver kept his horse sized dick inside of me. Just as quick as he shoved his dick inside of me, he pulled it all the way out and more cum started coming out of. The intensity of a cock fucking me, the sensation to take me past a certain point where I want to stop, The mess there is something for me beyond that in seeing his pleasure in my pain and the willingness to deliver amazing sensations.I needed to be tied up I knew the pain, sensations of having a cock inside me will be sexually overwhelming, the thought of him letting loose, balls slapping my blood drenched pussy I had this instinct to clamp my legs together.I need my legs Stretching out wide. I’d know his touch hadn’t felt the same, his hands rougher, colder, callous. His dick had felt different too, how had I not noticed this properly and realised it wasn’t my husband sooner? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? I was angrily bellowing at him but he ignored me, still gripped by the wake of his own orgasm, his hand still wanking his member above my face, his other hand rubbing his cum into my titty. I tried to f***e more words out of my mouth as he wiped his dwindling.