Der Kittel war nicht verschlossen als sie näher an mich kam. Sie begann meinen Rücken sanft zu streicheln, bis sie an meine Po-Spalte kam. Dort stre...ifte sie mit dem Finger durch und massierte meine Pobacken. Nun nahm sie ein kleines Fläschchen aus der Tasche und goss es langsam über meinen Po, wobei sie mehr und mehr meine Pospalte über meine Rosette strich.Ein Finger spielte an meinem Po Loch der auch langsam darin verschwand. Ich stöhnte leicht auf und hob mein Po an, damit sie besser rein. I will be devastated. I will not know in what direction I should point my life. I will be nineteen years old, and feel like my life is over. This is why I asked to talk to you, instead of Fiona. I would be crying now, if she was here, and she would be holding me, as my mother would be. I needed advice from someone more detached from me, to give me a more dispassionate point of view. Please, Marti, help me, if you can.’ Marti sat there for amoment, digesting everything Dycke had just told her.. I ate her pussy and her asshole, while she made little squealing noises of pleasure. She bent over and took my cock in her mouth, peeling me like a banana.As she lay on her back and lifted her legs, i charged her with my phallus and entered her tight little breach. I eased into her and made myself comfortable. Then holding my torso up with my hands, i fucked her with long well measured strokes. At each inwards thrust of my tool, she would reach up to jam her cunt to meet the push, till i was. I hated myself for what I'd become, but was unable to stop the downward spiral. Sue was the only one in the house that knew what was happening to me. Many a night after I had come home, stoned, drunk, and used, did she creep into my room to comfort me. Mum tried to help, but all she got for her troubles was abuse, then when I'd cooled down, I hated myself for the things I'd said.Hate, hate, hate. That was what my world had become. I didn't approve of what I had grown to be. I hated what the.