I cried and begged and pleaded. It has been more than ten months from that day. Whereas with Patrick, the younger one, I always knew what was going to happen — it was straightforward sex and so it was over quickly — and he was gone. But as I was talking to her I was literally sliding to the floor and when my husband came home, two hours later, I was still there, curled up in a ball, bawling crying. Don't get me wrong- I am no backward thinking girl from the lower layers of society. After I got married and had my own children I became obsessed with protecting them. It was very emotional for both of us.
By that time, I had forgotten what it was like to have a caring man place an arm around me.
Fucking my brother's tight hole
He only meant to be friendly, but the unexpected kindness sent shock-waves throughout my body. Charlie started rocking his ass in a counterbeat to mine, so that when I pushed forward, he pushed back against me, and vice versa. He claimed he had sensed that I was uncomfortable with the idea of the other woman and never brought her home in the first place. He would bring two, ten, a hundred women to our bed and use their bodies as he pleased. Every day I'm haunted. I should have known better because very quickly it became too real for me to handle.