"What would you like to do, would you like to explore my body?" All that came to mind was the way she swayed when she walked by me in her skirt and ho...w much I wanted to see what she looked like underneath. I wanted to lift her skirt up and explore between her legs. It seems so clumsy now. I didn't know how to say it out loud, so I just lifted her wool skirt like a school boy. Pretty, clean, white cotton peaked out, covering her lady parts. I was so excited to touch her there.She laughed, "Ok,. Megan had plenty of lovers and enjoyed meeting men from all over the world. Mike fell for her soon, and laughed at the idea that he had to go to the Arab world to find a sex bomb girlfriend - that had grown up in the same city as him in Ireland. They got serious but Megan told John she would always like to have a degree of sexual freedom. She hated the stereotype of the virginal Irish girl. She was one of the generation of Irish women that had taken control of their own destiny, qualifying as a. Finally, Mom goes limp like a puppet whose strings are suddenly cut. Her legs slipped down and she sniffled as she gasped, "Whoooo - I've never cum like that before, sweetheart!" Her words made my cock throb with pride and I think it swelled up even more because Mom let out a happy moan and reaching back to grip the brass railing again, said, "Make me cum again, son!"Beaming with pride, I slowly began to thrust into Mom's white hot pussy again, building the pace gradually and relishing every. At this point, the memories all start to blur together. All I know for sure is that they gave me another bottle while I was being raped again, and I drank it all. And when the third man started to rape me, I drank another one. And the fourth time, another one.At this time, they must have been feeling increasingly confident that I wasn’t going to resist. They were right? I’d been limp as a puppet with its string cut for the last two rapes. Someone grabbed my head, opened my jaw, and stuck.