By the time the morning came Id have half a dozens loads of spunk dripping out of me. I tried to be careful not to fuck my boyfriend the day after a n...ight with Michaels, but it was sometimes difficult to say no to him and so it happened on occasion. I had to pretend I was hornier than I actually was and beg him just to stick his dick straight into me. I didnt want him licking my pussy and tasting another mans cum inside me. This went on for three months until my boyfriend asked me to move in. “Arrgghh,” I screamed out. Jimmy kept pumping into me and eventually got into a rhythm.It was now I started seeing flashbacks, from back when Uncle Steve raped me. The pain must have triggered something in my mind that had been hidden away. Uncle Steve used to babysit my brother and I during the week, after school and until mum and dad came home from work. We had a back bungalow, which we used as an alternative lounge room. It had a TV, sofa and a coffee table. It was used as our cubby. "Except the part about my being a real sexpot."Reaching into her genuine leather purse to withdraw a plastic baggiefilled with hand rolled cigarettes - very fat, hand rolled cigarettes -the young woman grumbled. "The spirits you called must have gottenconfused. They thought I wanted to be a potHEAD, because these werescattered all over my apartment when I woke up. The butts, roaches,whatever they call the used up joints these days, scattered around allhad my shade of lipstick on them, too.". Then a thought struck her. "My God, Tom! You haven't said anything to him, have you?" Not a word," he reassured her. "Not a word, not to a single soul." He grinned again. "I just wanted to give you a little heads-up, in case you find you miss me more than you think!" He stroked her breast and gave her another kiss.That summer was wonderful and relaxing. Kathy felt more free, and closer to her husband, than she had the entire previous year. Tom was a happy memory, now safely in the past. She and.