‘What’s the name of this course, Miss Phillips?’ Mrs. Jenkins asked sweetly. ‘The People of the Book?’ Clarissa said hesitantly. ‘Which bo...k are we reading?’ ‘The book of Isaiah?’ ‘Was Jesus in the book of Isaiah?’ Mrs. Jenkins’s voice was taking on a little bit of an edge. ‘Well, no, but —’ ‘Then he’s not one of the people we care about, is he?’ she said bluntly. ‘He’s not one of the people you’re going to be tested about, is he?’ ‘No,’ Clarissa answered sullenly. ‘Then perhaps we should. "I can't do this. You're my fucking mother. I need sex. I can't do that with you. I can't fuck you and you couldn't fuck me. Why are you doing this? You're fucked up. I told you this was going to happen and there is nothing you can do about." His words were a blur and so were his thoughts. David was angry and confused. "Good night mom. I'm going to bed!" he said, angrily. As he walked down the hall she could her him faintly, "What the fuck?" he asked.Monica was stunned and cold. What had she. .this treasure house of cock, I can understand you wanting to keep it to yourself but we are family, we are entitled to share your good fortune, look at this” she said waving the cock in her hand, “have you ever seen anything like this before” she said, “yes, as a matter of fact I have but if you think that is good, wait till you get your turn in there, your daughter is about to find out what a good fucking is really like, she thinks she is going to conquer the b**st within but I bet she. She didn't see him arrive but knew he was going for her ass. The thick pipe he laid stretched her already damaged anus, probably tearing it for all any of them knew. He fucked her intestinal tract relentlessly, feeling a warmth trickle down his large chocolate covered tool. Red splotches dotted the floor beneath the men and left proof of their crime.Shaun held the sides of her neck and crammed her throat full of meat. He spurted his caustic cream down the back of her throat and withdrew so she.