My stomach was pressed into her full bottom cheeks, my hands were on her hips, and my balls were banging against the warm moistness of her cunt lips. ... The tightness of her arsehole round my cock was fantastic and I took my time and slowly moved out part way then in again, repeating it gradually increasing the tempo. Esme as ever took up the rhythm, and we were soon moving like a well oiled machine, which is I suppose what we were. I again leant forward and got both hands beneath her, a breast. .. I secretly wished them to touch me ... I think. I don't know when it had happened, maybe when the girl had slapped me, but I could feel I was not only scared but also turned on by this all. It seemed that I loved what she was doing to me.The girl turned me around and then let go of me. She was looking straight into my eyes. I just stood there in front of her and didn't risk hiding my body from her."So, you say people can touch you?" Yes," I said with conviction."So, when I do this," she said. I have. To me that’s normal, but for you, it’s weird. You’ll get used to it. It might take some time, but we’ll get you to the point that it feels right instead of strange.”“You sure about that?” she asked, dubiously.I nodded. “I am. I will personally do everything in my power to help you recover from this. Your nightmare has been going on for years between the abuse and being blamed for it. It stops now. We’re going with you to get your things and when we do, we’ll be with you for any. Flashes of what she and the prostitute had done to each other that night made it easier for her to see her mother and aunty really doing it to. The more she remembered the hornier she was getting. As she admired her auntie’s body she noticed a spot of blood on her left breast and found her hand drawn to it as she said, “You’re bleeding aunty Sarah. Did mum do that to you?”Sarah looked down and felt the touch of Karen’s finger and had to retain herself from moaning. She knew now that Karen was.