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Within a few seconds, Ray's dick started pulsating Hardcore like crazy inside me, and he began orgasming, right along with me. However, there was no passionate kissing, or hugging, or body-groping going on between us--only the pure, raw sexual act of copulation that was taking place down between our legs. It was an incredibly erotic experience! This experience also helped me to realize that my confession to Ray about Freddy had been the right thing to do. In fact, I felt bad that I hadn't been honest with Ray much sooner in our relationship. Here I had been worrying all this time that Ray might get mad and break up with me if I told him about Freddy, only to discover that Ray gets really turned-on by the whole "Freddy thing," just like I do. Over the course of blowjob the next few weeks, every time that Ray and I had sex, either he or I would bring up the subject of "Freddy" at some point during our foreplay. And of course, that would inevitably raise our level of mental sexual excitement, and it only made the sex that much more enjoyable for both of us. So sharing my "dirty little secret" with Ray turned out to be a very good thing indeed. Looking back on everything, I can honestly say that, without Freddy, I know I wouldn't be the person that I am today. For instance, before my experience with Freddy, I used to fantasize about the usual type of stuff that young girls tend to fantasize about. And naturally, that also meant that I experienced rape fantasies from time to time, just like virtually all heterosexual girls and women do, according to everything that I've read on the subject. But after my experience with Freddy, the only types of fantasies that really turned me on were sexual assault/rape fantasies. And so nearly all the various sexual situations that I tended to fantasize about on a regular basis were automatically transformed into fantasies that involved me being sexually molested and then raped. And that's still the way that things are for me nowadays, when it comes to my sexual fantasies. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not a masochist. And I don't enjoy pain at all. So I don't ever fantasize about being physically threatened or hurt, or tortured. It's just that, in my fantasies, I tend to imagine myself being “taken and overwhelmed” (in other words, bullied, intimidated, blackmailed, tricked or verbally threatened) into having sex with some guy or another, while I do nothing but completely cooperate with that guy, as I'm letting him “have his way with me.” This "guy" in my fantasies might be a total stranger to me, or he might be a celebrity on TV or in the movies, or he could be someone that I know in real life. It just depends on my mood at the time that I'm having the fantasy. However, I have to admit that most of the time, my rape fantasies tend to involve guys that I know in real life. And as you should have already figured out by now, the one guy that I tend to fantasize about the most just happens to be Freddy. No matter whether I like it or not, Freddy was--and will always be--the first guy who ever had sex with me. And as far as I'm concerned, Freddy will always be that "special guy" who took my virginity, when he fucked me with his "verga" and fertilized my "panocha" in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon. So even though I love my husband dearly, I still kept finding myself fantasizing about Freddy quite frequently throughout my adult life--although I have to admit that I do it much less nowadays than I used to, back when I was a younger woman. The point I'm trying to make here is that my single sexual encounter with Freddy in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon ended up drastically changing the very core of my sexuality. And it permanently altered my sexual desires and preferences to this very day. By the way, there is something extremely ironic about my sexual encounter with Freddy. You see, Freddy, never got married, and he is now paralyzed from the waist down, and has been that way ever since he was in his early 20's. I know that Freddy continued to live with his mother until she finally passed away a few years ago. And now he's finally living by himself in the family home, far away in a different state from where my husband, Ray (not his real name), and I live. And of course, the irony in all this is that it's quite possible that I may have been the only girl that Freddy ever got to mature fuck in his entire life. However, just for the record, I do realize that it's much more likely that, during his adolescent tittyfucking years (before he became paralyzed), Freddy may have sexually molested and raped other young girls, besides me. If that is actually the titty fuck case, then I can only hope that those other young girls were able to mentally and emotionally cope with the experience, so that they could go on to live a wonderful, satisfying life, just like I have. Congratulations! The two fingers in her ass and the cock in her pussy caused the orgasm to burst and as she came the man whose cock she was sucking pulled out of her mouth and shot titty fuck his cum over her face and hair. One of them ventured too far from the rest, and I put an arrow through his heart. Friday Eileen, Audra, and I met to plan for the first off-site training next week. This cock tore your pussy up GOOD, but you’re already gunning for round two, tittyfucking aren’t you? 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