Today she dressed conservatively in a light blue skirt that extended past her knees and a white long sleeved blouse. “I’m at your hymen honey. As if she was being shredded from the inside out. You can’t! I reached up under her skirt and ran my hand between her smooth legs. “HELP ME! Nuuuhh! I was in my early fifties waiting in the alley, around the corner right ahead of her. OMG! she cried as tears flowed down her cheeks, hoping I would show some compassion. I climbed out and grabbed Andrea roughly forcing her to walk with me. She cried out with each brutal invasion of her bowels. She knew her life would never be the same again. I felt myself reaching the brink.
