.. she wasn't a voluntary participant in the nightmare of her life after 12. The bastard had SOLD her to his friends and enjoyed slapping her around w...ile she was penetrated in three holes ... she HATED it ... She fucked everything ... dogs, horses, donkeys and it was all on film in living color.The worst part? She was SLOW. There wasn't any other word that fit.She was on the lower left side of the bell curve.She couldn't write ... she could print but cursive stumped her. Spelling was a. Ivy had drugged me... just as Rocco had ... with a mind-control drug. Turned my mind insideout. Made me do things.A warm tingle ran up my spine at the thought of all the things I'd done.I pressed my boobs harder against Ivy's palms and squirmed against herhot luscious body.No! I shook my head, but the fuzz remained. I had to think. Couldn't justsuccumb to lust.Harley crawled between my legs and sucked my little dick between herplush lips. I was so sore that the contact almost hurt.. “Get out!” But, instead, I ran to her bed, forced her legs apart and began eating that sweet, wet pussy!She put up a half-hearted struggle, pushing her hands lightly on my head and thrusting her hips upward as if she were trying to throw me off; “Nooooo,” she moaned. “You’re my son.” Now she had stopped moving. “I’m your mother. You can’t fuck me….” I was eating the pussy juices from where she had been masturbating with the vibrator, and then I felt her large thighs press against the sides of. They had attended the same elementary school and middle school, but when it came high school Jennifer had been packed off to St Ambrose, a snobby private school, though her parents could well afford it. Daniel Bouvier was a doctor and her mother Nancy was a bookkeeper. They lived in a cul-de-sac that was halfway between Oak Brook and Downers Grove. From the cul-de-sac it was a six minute drive to both destinations. Jennifer’s parents both worked in Oak Brook, an affluent village where the rich.