My son accepts that his mother is having sex with his friend and my ex-husband has abandoned me. I've lost the respect of my husband, my son and my ex...-husband." I agree that your husband doesn't respect you and as you say, he's crude. How do you know Charlie doesn't respect you and what do you care about how his father feels about you?" Charlie phoned and told me to have a good time. He was almost jubilant that I'm having an affair with his friend." Shit! I shouldn't have told him." It's all. “Stop your fucking shit, bitch. Quit fighting and take it.”Tears poured down her face, mixing with dirt and blood from cuts and scratches. Her body racked with fright and anger. She felt his hand forcefully press into her crotch, and dry dirty fingers push into her cunt.“You like this, bitch? There, doesn’t this feel good?”She screamed, again muted, and renewed her fighting. He removed his hand and walloped her in the back with his fist, knocking the wind out of her again. He flipped her over,. Bythe time I was done writing I had almost five pages of memories.First let me give you a little background, about me and the era I grew upin. It was a time when "Sex" was a bad word, and no one ever talked aboutit. Most people knew very little about a transvestite's. No one everheard of the words, Transgender, or Transsexual yet.The year was 1952, and I was 7-years-old. Back then girls and ladiesboth, wore nothing but dresses, maybe some shorts, or pedal pushers inthe summer. My story starts. Standing in front of her two best friends completely starkers she took a moment to relish the looks on their faces. A mix of surprise and hunger it almost seemed. She stepped forward up onto the couch and pressed her pussy right into Harry’s face. “Lick my pussy,” she demanded. “Keep playing with yourself Ron. I don’t want you going soft on me, you’re next.” Harry hadn’t hesitated a second and had begun lapping at her pussy lips feverishly. He was a bit clumsy and didn’t really know the right.