My life up until recently has been a good one. Great husband, loving kids, good job, nice house, & good friends. But lately the memory of my childhood...has been taking over my dreams and thoughts. I came across this site by chance through a friend who is, let just say “Into tabooish things” Anyway, after reading many of the stories. I am ready to tell my story. I will try to start from my earlest memories and work up to my last memory. Please bear with me. My first memory of my childhood is. I thought I’d enjoy the experience of raping it since I won’t be using it so much afterwards.”She snorted in terror, struggling. Or trying to anyway. She kicked her heels and I laughed while the doctor chuckled and helped hold her down for my abuse. And her hole squeezed on my cock, as if in protest of my cruel use. It quivered with her pain and the feeling sent pleasure cascading through my body, making my balls turn tight. “My, you really haven’t had much sex in these holes at all, have you?. I starting in mind going to enter in next room.I am also very fuckable elder man, my cock is averrage but so hard and erected that I surely couldshut up her mouth and solved each problem in this fuckable night. my cock and small bslls migth topush her mouth and sounds of moan could be stopped. That sounds of drilling and kicking is normalonly moaning is not acceptable. My son,eunfortunatelly don't invite me on fucking wth Sonia. But, I havehuge temptetation and sense that I could feel how he. " He replied. "So it was real and you were there to?" Isaid and he nodded yes. "So how do we get there? it's like really far awayand I don't have a clue of how to get that far away from here before it getsreally cold." I asked. "The ship." He replied. "What ship" I said. "The shipnear here that crashed some time ago when the evil ones attacked it." He said."Dam that's right I forgot all about it. Isn't it in too bad of shape towork though? I mean I did crash and it looked in pretty bad .