.. since...She started to turn away, and I saw that her soft legs had bruises and scratches along her inner thighs. I called out, slurring a couple wo...rds as I tried to stop her from leaving. She looked warily through her tears as I got myself to my feet, my head pounding. She must have seen something I didn't mean to show, because her eyes flashed recognition, and she slowly helped me to a bench. "Who hurt you?" she whispered shakily, causing me to wonder at her words."You ... knock ... down. Dirty he had in mind. I got on last, paid and walked closer to the back, but the bus was pretty full and I couldn't sit down. I held onto one of the poles and tried to keep myself awake enough not to miss my stop, though the bus ride took almost an hour and some places got a little bit bumpy. As we stopped at more places few people got off and more got on, it was soon even more packed and I had little room to move, we went over a pot hole, I swayed a bit and felt something rub against my ass, I. ”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~That conversation with Charlotte was right at the end of March – Sunday the 31st March I think, just a day shy of the couple of weeks I’d told Jill we needed to be apart for her to think through how important our marriage was compared to the other parts of her life.Charlotte had described what we were going through as ‘a rough patch’ – well our ‘rough patch’ got decidedly rougher a couple of days later when my old tormentor Luther stuck his size. "Come in her, Quint," Virginia said. "We all want your sperm. Come just as soon as you can. Make all of us your women."Tate's plan of gently making love to each of his wives, starting with Virginia, suddenly went out the window. Rachel was rubbing her cervix on the head of his cock as if she were possessed. "Do me. Do me," she chanted as he pulled back halfway and shoved in hard. As he held in her, "No. No. Don't stop. Move now. Pump me full. I'll come again when I feel your sperm squirt into.