Do we have any right to just kill them? They didn’t choose to be here any more than you did.”Vi hissed dismissively, and mimed using her tablet.�...Ok, we can talk about it when we get back home. Just have a think about it, ok?”She tapped the roof of the truck with her hand impatiently, and I obliged, climbing into the driver’s seat and turning the ignition key. The engine revved to life, and I turned us back in the direction of our farmhouse, the truck bouncing on the uneven dirt track as we. For aquiet guy like me, it was hell.We were poor and living in a poor neighbourhood, but our mother hadhopes for our future. Hamperdown presented big hopes. With Hannah'sdeparture the hope for at least one of her kids seemed dashed. That wasmore depressing than the absence of her daughter, but she felt that too.She was not as close to me as to Hannah somehow.But she was not one to give up. So why should I have been surprisedwhen she burst into my room a few days before end of term holding. I got out from being under her, got off the bed in a huff, leaving Ma’am languidly lying across the bed on her stomach in her long skirt and tee shirt. I just stood by the bedside with my heart beating fast enough to measure microseconds and tried to gather my scattered wits. This was real, not some poorly made porn movie. What the fuck does a guy in these situations when they’re real and not part of some fantasy in his mind? Trying to relax a bit, I looked at her and it was as if I were doing. Her mouth was filled with my mucus. The sound of her slurp was making more hornier. After going into her anus as deep as possible for twenty minutes I pulled her little above my face.Now her rose petals were exactly on my mouth. She started inserting her fingers in my flooding cunt. Her cunt was tight and beautifully shaped, outer lips were perfectly shaped, with no extra skin. When I opened her outer lips the view of her cunt was like a close photo shot of a beautiful pink rose.Her inner walls.