She just lay there, cunt flooded with the cum of more than 25 men, her insides rubbed raw from dozens of raping shafts. Half-dried cum coated almost e...very pore of skin along her aching body. All she could do was listen, eyes closed, and beg inwardly for relief.‘Please no more. Please no more, I can’t take it,’ she thought. ‘My pussy needs rest.’ She felt sore and tender in places she hadn’t even known existed.There was a brief pause, and in the background Layla was barely aware of Sandy’s. Yes, I'd like something. Glass of water will be fine." We have some beer..." Gwen blushed and wiped her hands on her apron. "I mean... I have some beer or gin if you'd like a drink." Well... sure, how about a Collins?" Bob asked, smiling at her. "Sybil?" he asked, addressing his wife."Fine. But don't go to any trouble." No trouble. No trouble at all," Gwen called over her shoulder as she scurried to the kitchen to make the drinks."Prime," Bob whispered to his wife. Sybil smiled, a haughty,. Kellys moan was muffled by the soft folds of the real estate agents pussy. I watched in awe as the two women pleasured each other, noticing the hip movements of them both as they worked each other toward orgasm. Maggie came first, flooding Kellys tongue and lips with a copious issue of her juices. Pulling my wifes pussy into her face to muffle her cries of ecstasy, Maggie latched on to Kellys swollen clit, alternately licking and sucking the little bud. On her way down, Maggie looked up at me. "When you try to kill yourself, naturally they put you in therapy. In my case, I'm in one-one therapy and a group session, with other suicide survivors. That's where I met Sam, in group. He'd tried suicide before as well, a few weeks before I did."So, I got to know Sam pretty well. He was very shy, even in group, but I got a good idea of him."There are many reasons for attempting suicide as there are people who try it. There are different people in my group and we all had different reasons..