Her generous breasts had retained their shape even after three children, while her slightly rounded stomach was the only change from when we were firs... married. Her brown, curly hair had always been cut short and never seemed to be out of place.I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world when she consented to marry me. I wasn't looking for some beauty queen, but Diane was closer to that image than any woman I was ever likely to date, much less marry. Her parents seemed reasonably satisfied. I had been tweaking the nipples of both of her now hanging tits. By now two others had joined us. The tall one had a flash camera and was busy taking close-ups. His friend had a low light movie camera and was filming the action. N would soon be a movie star. I told the Swede to slip under her and sit on the seat. He was now facing her, sucking on her breast. She climbed onto his big cock and bounced up and down. When I stood her beautiful butt was right in front of me. I. He knew she had been raped once earlier last year when she went down to the basement to get rid of some garbage. It was before she had any guide dog to look out for her welfare and when the front entrance didn’t have the buzzer lock system they installed after her unfortunate incident.The incident was fresh in her memory even fourteen months after she had been take advantage of by the transient man with a dick in need of some immediate relaxation after a long period of incarceration in the. . Okay, I've never snorted any coke before but doing a small line sounds like it could be fun."Christine followed Juan and Roberto into one of the bedrooms. The room was small and barren. Against the wall, opposite the door, was a queen sized bed with a floral comforter and a cluttered desk off to the side. There was also a couple of posters of women in bikinis posing with classic cars and a couple of glass bongs in the corner. Roberto walked to the desk and sat down while Christine and Juan.