I'm ugly." I said breathlessly. I didn't want him to see my scars; they were everywhere, just the result of 11 months of hell."Baby, you're beautiful ...o me. No scar could ever make you ugly to me," he said as he managed to get my shirt off and over my head. It wasn't until he stopped to look down before he realized the extent of the scars. "Baby what happened" he asked with an edge to his voice."An ex boyfriend liked to use me for target practice and his personal punching bag. Don't worry you. She pours water on my body and cleaned me.Now I stood up and took to the corner of the bathroom and started pressing her. She was also aroused and started rubbing my dick. I asked her to rub my dick more harshly and fast. I started kissing her and pressing her boobs over the suit. After some time, I started taking her suit up and she cooperated. Now she was standing in her bra and pyjama. I asked her to remove her pyjama while I was still kissing her and pressing her boobs. Her size was. So I pushed my cock into Leslie and Linda was right there watching, I mean up close and personal. Leslie was so wet, I don't think I had ever known her to be so wet. Then Leslie said it was her turn and for me to stick my cock in Linda. Linda laid there with her legs spread and her pussy so inviting. Both ladies pleaded with me and I gave in. It felt so incredible to slide my cock into new pussy, with my wife right there watching, begging me to do it. Linda was dripping wet also. Leslie started. There are unofficial hospitals, unofficial local governments and unofficial housing committees. We women look after ourselves. After all, if the men won’t do it for us, who else is there for us to turn to except ourselves?” “What do the men do? Don’t they ever want sex or anything?” wondered Tracey. She couldn’t imagine how men could get by without the basic things in life. “Well, there’s always prostitution if they want sex. Most women do it at least some of the time. It’s the nearest to.