When I did finally mention it to Mama, I was twelve, she paled and shushed me quickly, then cautioned me not to tell anyone else what I had shared wit...h her. At least, not until she could contact some friends of hers to see just how much potential I did have for that kind of thing. Which is how I met Girard St. Thomas, a dour and frightening Englishman spending some time in our country to wait out a scandal of huge proportions in his homeland. You've heard about Girard before. He was the. The next morning, Charlie awoke to the familiar sound of his mom'smini-van pulling out of the driveway. He briefly opened his eyes butthe weight of tiredness forced him to close them again. He felt hot andstuffy beneath the blankets so he kicked them off the bed, letting thecool, fresh air take to his practically naked body. He slept only inhis boxers, as he did every summer when the climate was warmer.The first thought to enter his mind was Dave, as it had done everymorning since the very. ” Holly frowned “There’s no need for that James.” Suddenly dude #1 gripped the back of her neck and slowly pushed her face down to the floor, her cheek flattened against a slimy glob of cum she had spat out. “LICK IT UP” the man snapped. Holly had only ever enjoyed men being nice to her and was genuinely fearful. Though poorly positioned she started to use her tongue pathetically until #1 released. She got onto all-fours and started to lap up the jizz like a cat devouring spilt cream. Though. More shocking to her, and something she still did not want to think about, was the fact that at every rape, even the anal ones, she had a wild coursing series of ecstatic thrills through her whole body, similar to that when her husband took her on their wedding evening, and again later that night. Even the giant Negroes who raped her in the hotel had made her come, in spite of stretching her newly opened vagina and almost virgin rectum to a considerable extent. It worried her that she did not.