“Yeah.” Silence filled the air for a bit. “Don’t worry about it, Aaron. I forgive you.” “I’m…” I lifted my head. “I’m not a good guy.” “Yes you are.” Molly coaxed me. “You’ve been an amazing friend. You’re not bad. You’re just… complicated.” “Complicated?” I repeated. Molly smiled, albeit sadly. “I understand you have issues. I completely understand why you have them.” Her hand trailed to a part of my back that particularly stung, a place my dad hit me particularly hard. I winced. “With what you have to deal with, I’m amazed you’re as great of a person as fisting-extreme you are.” That broke the dam. Molly knew. It was my own dumbass fault for not wearing a shirt to bed, but she saw my back. She knew about… about Dad, about the full extent of what he did. My whole life, she knew he and I didn’t get along, and I let her know a few of the things he said to me, but Waxing And Fisting I had been trying to keep that, my wounds, as the one secret I had from her. I wasn’t great at not keeping secrets from her, but vaginal fist now Fisting Teen Amateur she knew about him hitting me, and I didn’t even get to tell her. It wasn’t a facade anymore. My vision became blurry as tears clouded my eyes. “Molly… it…” I didn’t know what to say. The next thing I knew, my head was on her shoulder and I was bawling my eyes out. I never cried. I never cried in front of her. I didn’t even know how to feel, all I knew was that it was too much. She knew me, the full me, Old Ladies Sex Fist with my fucked-up past. I could never forgive her. No, not her, myself. When the tip of my finger found her clit I felt her pussy tighten up Fisting Teen Amateur and I knew she was vaginal fist getting close. Horrifically irredeemably wrong. It seems more exciting. She reached for her canteen on the ground to her side and Old Ladies Sex Fist screamed in panic when the large strong hand grabbed her extended wrist pulling her clear of her hiding place. “Brian uh, well, guys can… actually ‘go down’ on girls?” Dan was an easy-going guy in his mid-thirties who worked for the State Roads Commission and had coached both boys since they were in the Midget League. Once fully naked Newlyn took a moment to admire the Waxing And Fisting beautiful sight but it was not long before he was playing with her clitoris. He pushed his prick as much as possible into her mouth. “No, are you joking? “Yes!” The did all the laundry using both sets of washer/dryers. The rest of the house could easily be classified as a junkyard. Sometime during the initial rape, more men showed up. My head moved around to line up with her ass and I gazed at fisting-extreme the slit’s in front of me, ‘so much to do, and so little time’ I thought to myself. “Yeah,” Dave said, pulling her shirt up and off her. And there I was, like a deer caught in headlights, I froze clutching my robe with one hand to keep it from opening since the belt was god knows where. when she was 18. Henry obviously only had one thing on his mind, and nothing was going to deter him from his "goal". She wanted to be involved. I'd never fucked a futa before the third date. But… all for a good cause, I laughed. And young people can’t keep their mouths shut even if you gave them red envelopes of cash to. When I answered she gushed excitedly “Do you know what they are doing!?”