Https://www.deviantart.com/trust-machines/Thanks to dkfenger, clancy688, MrSimple, Karantela, Icaria, and JAK forfeedback on earlier drafts.This story...is released under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.-----First order of business when I got home was to wash my sole girl outfitand underwear so I could wear it Friday. Only after they were in thewashing machine (with some other stuff of mine and Sophia's) did I startdoing homework.Dad was out. Peut-être parce qu’il était le plus isolé. Jamais la violence n’avait pénétré ses murs. Les épées et les haches servaient à scier du bois. Les remous du monde n’étaient que des fables racontées par des bardes et des voyageurs de passage pour distraire les enfants lors de longues veillées. Ils écoutaient sans bien comprendre ces histoires pleines de bruit et fureur, comme si elles étaient racontées par un fou.Non, dans ce village isolé et reculé de tout, le fracas des armes était inconnu. Tandis. "You can almost image how how sweet her pussy must taste," she said as her hand found her way to her shaven pussy. "Get over here on your knees and eat my cunt," she ordered. I immediatly complied and hit my knees before her and devoured her pussy like a wild animal."Good boy, very good boy, you eat my pussy good." She placed her hands on the back of my head pushing me closer to her pussy as her statements became moans. I could tell she still had her sister's panties in her hand. As I ate her. Now she knew what a horrible death it was. Tyra struggled wildly in the foolish hope that she could somehow find a position that would ease the pain, but there was none. The agony seemed to build with every second and she wondered how she would ever be able to endure the hours of suffering before she finally died. Tyra's struggle only served to excite the crowd. The more she moved, the more she moaned, the more her tits jiggled, the wilder the crowd became. They came to watch a heavy-chested.