Nor of her HAVEN name — Helen Corrigan.That was the easy part of her path toward recovery. Her rehabilitation would probably be more mental than phy...sical. The psychological scars were, I imagined, far deeper inside her head than those on the outside. She didn’t have screaming nightmares, but would suddenly fling herself upright, gasping for breath, not knowing where she was, who was with her in the night.It was apparent from the start that she couldn’t sleep in one of our two Murphy beds, not. When the jet taxied up to the Fixed Base Operator, I saw a uniformed Federal Marshall obviously waiting for the plane. That caused me to wonder if something had changed, or if I was in some danger. When the door opened and I stepped out with my small suit-bag, the Marshall came directly to me and asked, "Are you Kevin Townsend?"I smiled and said, "Yes sir. How can I help you?"He stopped for just a moment, clearly not expecting courtesy, and said, "The White House has canceled your car. "Is this what you're into?" my ex asked, a smile on her lips, "You like watching these sluts riding a huge, yummy looking cock?"I was too horny to think, so I nodded. Julia laughed and reached over, unzipping my pants and pulling out my hard, pre-cum leaking cock. "Oh my god... Did you get smaller?" she asked, stroking my dick fast and hard, her warm hand felt great on my throbbing dick, "Mmmm, look at how pathetic you look. You could've had me bent over this bed and taking your little dick. I took my wife and I slid my hard cock into her wet, sloppy pussy. It was a great feeling being inside her as she was so wet and loose. Jim had cum a lot and I could see his cum coating my cock as I pumped in and out of her. When I went all the way in his cum mixed with hers would squirt out, soaking our pubes and run down my balls; it was a totally new and exciting experience, she had so much cum running out of her that she soaked the bed. I had never felt her that wet.Meanwhile Jim and Tom.