Predictably guilt and jealousy, but the overpowering feeling was lust. A deep lust from the pit of my stomach that only came out when it sensed fear. ...er fingers couldn't even meet her thumb around its girth, and at the centre of its length it appeared to bulge further, as if he had a pool ball stuffed down it or something. I couldn't believe how quickly she moved onto it. She hadn't even thrown me a 'what the fuck!' look. This was to much for her surely. This was way to extreme, way to. He put it right on, and modeled it for us, before happilycrawling in bed. The next day, I walked over to Cam's school when I gotout of class, and Mom picked us up to go shopping. Once we were in thecar, a big old 1953 Buick, Cam and I got in the back seat. I helped himslide off his dungarees and plaid shirt. We replaced them with a pair ofmy old pedal-pusher pants in a light blue with a simple white sweater topwith a ruffled neckline. Cam's hair was short, but by combing it just soand putting. Trip slapped the brown cheeks. The sound reverberated. “You like this big, firm ass,” asked the astronomy buff.“Oh yeah, nigga! It’s so round and thick,” approved Trip.Trip stuck in his tongue in the crack while he parted the sizable cakes with his hands. He munched. Reece cooed, “Get that hole ready for your dick, daddy!” Trip stood up straight. He worked his member inside the hot rectum. He held onto Reece’s waist.“Owwwwww, daddy,” whined the bottom dude.“Shit! You tight, nigga,” remarked. It took only an hour to erase everything, my birth certificate gone, medical records erased, social security vanished, and all my money withdrawn. I was nobody, and I had work to do.My first kill was an old mother of around 39. She had bragged about the rape and murder of her sons and daughters, the media ate it up, feeding it to the writhing mass of maggots that loved such garbage. She even planned on writing her story down to sell. Well I said no to that. Amazing was the only word for how.