But she really needed the emotional release and just cried for several minutes.Tina came in to say dinner was ready, I told her we'd be out in a littl... bit. She nodded, understanding. Gayle began to come back to normal. "I, I don't know how to thank you... I don't even know your name! Oh I'm such an ass!" "Shhh... it's okay sweetie... I'm Michael. Michael Larson." "Gayle Sanchez. Well, thank you, Michael. You've saved my life and my daughter's... May I give you a kiss?" She tentatively looked. I heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt. The sound of a zipper running on its tracks. I kicked my legs, and he wretched them apart. Something in my body seemed to break. Then, there was quiet. I couldn’t even here the ‘No!’ I was whispering over and over. David was pushing between my legs. A piercing pain in my thigh and an odd heavy weight in my shoulder kept me pinned to the bed. Maybe if I don’t move, he will stop. Maybe if I don’t move, the pain will go away. That is when I couldn’t. I responded to the man, “You might find this hard to believe but we are in the same boat right now, so I understand.“I hope to meet you sometime soon and swap stories”. We said our good byes and that was the end of that.After that we went through the rest of the requests and found of the remaining 255 request 206 had been submitted by 5 other households, and of the 49 remaining 36 were duplicates. I had eight ladies who felt that they had failed me by not seeing the problem, begging for a. That was one of the pleasures Wes found a long time ago, he liked the play to be wet and messy and yet no one liked to be came on let alone have his seed smeared out over their chest. That was one of the many things he would love to have someone do to him: cum on his chest and allow Wes to smear it over himself, or better yet, have the man smear it all over his chest for him. The other reason he wanted to have the cum splattered on his chest was the same reason that most women did not like to.