Twenty minutes later my son was unloading what would be the first of many coatings of his seed within me. Our puritanical overzealous thoughts of modesty were instantly dashed as a large, coarse, dirty, mean man walked right up to me and reached for the top of my nightdress. Amateur porn We separated…the morality of the situation slowly coming back. My body subconsciously leaned back away from John’s extending reach. Oh god, it was my fault, I unconsciously just wanted one more thrust…that is what my body told me…even though my brain was screaming to stop. Oh my…this is so wrong…so wrong…but my entire lower abdomen was telling me different. I could feel the flow of juices moving in my vagina. I had hoped it was the flu…but five days later of having continual early morning episodes…I knew. Juices flowed from my deepest parts. They gave us new clothes, fed us real food, and started treating us completely different. But what he lacked in control, his youth offered almost instant recovery. I closed my eyes…trying to do the same thing as Sara was…disassociating myself from what was happening. Never even let us cover up other than what we had gone into bed with. Oh…I felt for her…but she was not struggling…so…how could she do that?
