J.W. had never really been a ladies' man, he felt more comfortable with the workers and builders than he did with women. He just didn't feel that many...women would find him attractive because of the facial scar marring his good looks. Other than the scar, most women would find him very handsome. It gave him an inferiority complex, at least where women were concerned.J.W. had run afoul of a table saw that kicked back a 2 x 4 right into his face as he was walking past. The board sliced his cheek. The smells of a teenage girl. There were pictures and posters and teddy bears and sports trophies and her laptop ... all the usual trappings of a 15 year old.He went to her hamper and opened it and looked at her soiled clothes. Shirts, shorts, socks, bras, panties. He put his hands in and felt them. A pair of pink panties. Lightly stained at the crotch. He brought them to his nose and inhaled her. Musky. She'd lubricated in these panties. Had she masturbated while she was wearing them? Did some. He giggled as Candy,cried out with high-pitched yelps.The boy was endowed and got a kick out of mincing her.After what seemed an eternity he erupted inside her.Next came finger up her ass.The youngster was fixated on her bun-like buttocks.He shoved those legs back till till they were squashed up against her breasts.Hands,tugged her feet back even further untill Candace's,lower back pained and she was lifted from the mat.Unceremoniously,he skewered her gut with his prick.The buggery,made her. To pray. I had teary eyes and a nice dagger through my heart and it helped me to beg a lot. And miraculously a week later the doctor said you had five more years. I thanked God… It’s been four years since then, and you know I know it’s time to start begging again. But Ian, I don’t think it will help. The coffee is getting cold like it always does when I’m typing away at my computer. You never seem to mind though, wrapped up in your own thoughts as you ask, ‘Want another cup?’ How different we.