Crying was not unusual if a girl had been angry or scared during the rape -- or sexually aroused. She, however, had showed only quiet indifference.It ...seemed pretty clear she didn't want me to get up, and I was happy to provide a warm body for her to cry against. The cries turned to sobs.I'm not paid to be a therapist, but I do know a fair bit of psychology. "Are you crying because I raped you?" I knew the answer in advance, but I had to ask the question. She instantly shook her head."I am happy. I basically let that motion drive the mouth fucking I was getting from my future brother-in-law. I loved it, Cumming again and again as they stretched me. Jake was the first one to cum. Because we were stacked he could not pull out and he unloaded deep inside me. Since my fiancé and I were trying to have a baby I was not on any birth control. At the time I didn’t care, it felt really good and there was too much going on.Jake stayed in me until Tim was done. He was the next one to finish. "Let me feed him!" She said, eagerly. "I want him to get to know me." OK, go ahead." I told her the routine, where the food was, how to be sure to wash his bowls before filling them, and everything. Almost everything."Be careful not to get caught in a position where he can sneak up on you. That's what happened to me. He crept up on me and put his cold, wet nose into the crack of my ass. It scared the bejeebers out of me." I'll be careful," she said, giggling at how I had been surprised by. And it was a good night. She slept in his arms, her breast in his hand, her butt against his cock.It wasn’t quite so pleasant a morning. He had to piss, and waking with his cock nestled in the crack in her butt didn’t help get it down far enough to hit the toilet. He finally sat on the seat bending over and holding his cock down with his fingers. Still, he’d take the morning as the price for the night any time.He shaved carefully and showered. He put on his robe before starting the coffee. He.