The first time it crossed the line was when she was almost eleven. He was washing her cute hairless pussy and his finger flitted between her tight you...g labia. She cooed and said that felt good, so he did it for quite a while. He got hard, but made sure she didn't see that.Then, a year later, she'd come screaming to him, babbling that she was dying, bleeding to death. She dragged him to the bathroom and he saw the stool full of bright red water and knew she'd started her periods. He had. She parted her legs and I saw her pussy lips hanging down covered in love juice from this morning.I ran my hand up her leg until I cupped her pussy lips in the palm of my hand, gently massaging her lips my fingers slipped inside her. Standing back up I was able to slid my fingers all the way along her slit, her fanny started to gyrate on my hand.Undoing the clips on my overalls with one hand, I let them fall to the floor while massaging her pussy. Our cum from this morning was still thick and. She was good, she was very good.Steve's head reeled.[Actually] the Voice said slowly and with that thick, syrupy amusement[that's not a bad idea]Suddenly a memory leaped into the forefront of Steve's mind - so strong,every detail so vivid, that it was like he was living it again.[Remember your first kiss, Steve?]Steve's eyes were distant.He was 12, his family had been on vacation in some sunny Summer town.The family next door had had a little girl... He couldn't remember hername, but he could. Pushing aside the couches in the midst of the struggling, the Black captors forced the wives on the floor, ripping their clothes off, and then ripping their bras and panties off. As they forcibly undressed their captives, they shoved their large black fingers in their tight wet pussies, making them cry out in shock as they tried to fight back. None of these old wives could believe that these muscular Black men were raping them in their own house! They whimpered and cried as they forced them.