My stomach still glazed in cum, my ass still stretched by the big purple dildo. I was scared this man was going to call me a pervert or call the cops,... but he smiled. "Oh, hello there. Cute color on your toy," he laughed. "Me and my husband are having people over next week, and I was going to invite you. But I think you need to come over tomorrow instead. Looks like you could use some real fun."Embarrassed and in disbelief I said, "Um. Alright." He was older, but very cute. Reminded me of a. Tom was still fondling her breasts and she placed her hands over his, pressing his hands into her flesh. ‘Fuck me, Tommy, get on top or behind me and fuck me with this big cock of yours. Please, Tommy, I want to get fucked now.’ Tom grasped her by the hips and rolled her over onto her back, keeping himself inside her through the move. She lifted her legs to circle his waist and locked her ankles behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Tom assumed the classic pushup position, resting his. He looked up the file of Hubert Swanson, in despair. The labourer's file said that he had left school with good passes in zoology, botany, mathematics, physics and chemistry, and also music!Now John was even more confused. If the guy had so many good passes, why hadn't he gone to university? It did not make sense. He delved deeper into the file, looking for answers.He found that Hubert's parents were low-level workers. His father had been a railway signalman: fairly well paid, but not enough to. Sometimes, the man who beats the woman could be defending himself from a feral attacker. Yet the cops and the law refuse to acknowledge it. I am living in my neighborhood. I slowly witness my aunt and sister becoming violent monsters that someday I must face. My cousins are frightened. There is so much to fear in the outside world. Home is supposed to be safe. When will the law realize that some women really do commit acts of domestic violence toward their children and spouses? Not as long as.