She seemed to be pushing what remained of her skirt between her legs. The skirt was bloodstained. My first impulse was to go and comfort her, but I kn...ew the signs of rape from seeing so many photos of that heinous crime in court. I picked up the phone and called 999. The operators are trained to ask a set of questions. I spoke over her, gave my address, and then said ambulance and police in that order. I then put the phone down before the operator started asking questions. I sank down next to. .. Nuzzling her cute face into the deep cleft of Jenny’s quivering ass cheeks, she closed her eyes as if that might somehow separate her from this obscene act. She unerringly found her target, soft lips intimately brushing her sister’s crinkled, star-shaped pucker. At first contact, Jenny flinched, but then unexpectedly pressed herself eagerly back, transforming the tentative oral caress into a more urgent pressing of flesh. A brief touch was all Natalie intended, but once committed, her lips. From everything she had ever heard, sex was something that lasted maybe five minutes from start to finish. Of course, everything else that she thought that she knew had already been shattered by this man, why not the amount of time spent engaged in sex as well. Most of the time Luke stayed on top, but he did roll over and swing her on top toward the end. He did this so that he could last longer for Marion. Marion’s body quickly figured out what it liked. It not only went up and down, but. As we come to the main highway he says I can stop humping, and instructs me to drive toward town. As I take the turn, he reaches between my legs and feels my jeans’ crotch; it’s wet… so wet that his fingers feel sticky when he pulls them away. “Did you cum?” His voice is like knives and darkness, and his expression is one of disappointment. I tell him no, because I haven’t – I can still feel it building. “Then why are your jeans wet?” “Because I’m so turned on, and well lubricated. Honest, I.