I gagged and he brieflypulled it back out only to quickly shove it back inside. He began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth much the same way as ...he'd donebefore my beating. I did my best to refrain from gagging but the ferocity of his thrusts made it extremely difficult. After several minutes ofthis violent face fucking he pulled his cock from my mouth. "On the floor bitch, on your back." he seemed to spit the words out, "I am going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck you hard. I won't. He pulled the covers over them and shut off the light. Snuggled in each other’s arms, they drifted off to sleep. Dennis woke up and looked around. He didn’t know what time it was, but it was still dark outside and the only light in the room came from a streetlight shining though the bedroom window. Lois lay on her side, her back to him. It was warm in the room, and she’d tossed the covers off. He gazed at the luscious, rounded curves of her buttocks and legs and felt himself growing hard. He. Irritable vowel syndrome.”So far, I haven’t had any Folsom nightmares. Which could mean Lindsay Conners and I are moving past the entire ordeal. Or, that I’m burying something really nasty somewhere deep in my subconscious... The one memory, image, that pops into my mind every once in a while wasn’t the assaults — my helplessness, his power over me. Every time Folsom came down those steps to molest me, he was naked, freshly showered, freshly shaven. A fruity aftershave. And minty breath from, I. It was a beautiful kiss that went from just her lips touching mine to her tongue forcing itself into my mouth. Our tongues stroked against each other gently as I slipped my arms around her tiny waist. I couldn't believe what was happening! Here I was in the family kitchen making out with my sister.I felt her put her arms around neck as I lifted her body up just a bit. Our bodies were so close and I could feel the sexual tension between us rise. Her body felt incredible. Her skin was so supple.