She looked into the mirror, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.Her hair was mussed. "I'd say it's fresh fucked hair," she muttered, then started to laugh... until her pained stomach stopped it.She had been fucked. Not "made love" to, not sex - she had been truly and royally fucked. She looked at her watch. She had been a non-virgin for almost 2 hours now.There was no sign of Steve, though there was plenty of residue. Blood streaked her thighs and the tops of her left stocking - the right one had come. Thoda sa dum lgate hi mera lund uski choot ki ghraiyon mai doob pada.maine ab dhakka lagana shuru kiya aur uski aah ooh ki aawaz fir shuru ho gyi. Mai bar bar usko chucho ko daba rha thaa aur vo apne nahon gadheja rhi thi maze mai aur fir kareeb 10min baad mera jhadne vala tha to maine usse pucha kaha jhadu to usne khaa pet par jhaad doMaine fir apna lund nikala aur uske pet par ras daal diya rasa. Uska purapet mere ras se naha gya thaa humne firse kiss ki jo ki is bar sexy se zyada romantic. Those boys in Dagmar’s diary can’t be made up, can they, since you know every single one of them. What we have to do is find some way to clearly separate the you that’s you and the you that’s Dagmar. She seduced all those boys and chronicled each and every event. The diary is evidence we simply cannot refute, so our whole case is built around proving that the you that is Margaret Brenner couldn’t have been present when it was happening, because your body was being co-opted by another. ........I awoke suddenly with a jolt. What a nightmare I had had, it was farworse than my reality - a grown man, cuckolded by my wife, dressed as ababy, unable to speak. If the nightmare I had just had while asleep cametrue it could be far worse! I looked over at the bed and saw my wifehugging John, I was still in the high chair in the corner and must havedozed off and had a horrific nightmare. I realised that I had soiled mydiaper and still had diaper rash from last time, so it was.