Yes it is he said I looked back at him staring up my skirt with a big grin, Bob was in his mid 50' and I was 24 back then. I had to climb down and of ...course he helped me out, he had his hand on my butt up my skirt and helped me down. Thanks I said, maybe someday you can give me a ride.Love to he said , I am going out of town in 2 days I can give you a ride tomorrow at noon. Ok I said and went back to work.That night I told my hubby the whole thing and he said it sounded like fun, I winked at. That had set off a fire for more and more and more of everything nasty and perverse. Now, my tiny little asshole was going to be abused, stretched wide open, and he would ram that ridiculously huge man cock where only a Hell-bound homosexual would let him put it.“Oh, god,” I whimpered as the plum-sized head pressed hard against my anus. A sudden sting of pain made me cry out but not for him to stop. The head was in me, and my hole tightened, trying to reject it, but the demanding prick wouldn’t. “Beth! Oh my God I’m so sorry I….” She put the beer on the top of the dresser and came over and knelt down on the floor in front of me. I did not know what to say as she looked up at me with those big brown eyes. Without a word, she pulled her shirt up, hooked her fingers under the bottom of her sport bra and in one motion she raised the whole thing up and over her head, shaking her long black hair free of the garments. I stared at her swinging tits! “You better keep going if you are going. Her dark brownish red hair hung to her collarbone, and her thin pale frame seemed awkward and lost in her uniform. I recognized her instantly as one of the new wards. She had bare feet; a typical sign of a new ward. Socks and slip on shoes cost money at the small convenience store downstairs. Four others sat with her and engaged in conversation. I recognized the others as petty criminals. Lauren Withers, a bipolar twenty-one year old, who had beaten some other children her age during one of her.