She never even asked me about my weekend! Good thing, I thought- school wasn't a long enough walk to get into that story."I can't believe you're reall... going through with this," she exclaimedwhen we met in front of her house. "I knew you were out of your mindbut I didn't think you were insane."I laughed, replying a bit sarcastically, "Thanks for the vote ofconfidence, my oh-so-loyal friend. I can always count on you forsupport, can't I?" You know me - I call it as I see it. And I'm not the only. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her killer had taken them as souvenirs. What was clear was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her decomposed state, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking torn and tattered in places. And a huge piece of coagulated blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.I then pierced the trocar into her body near her navel. It went into her soft rotting flesh easily. I switched on the pump and. ”To the place where I shall satisfy you ,I said”,as kissed her passionately.I could nearly control myself.I lifted her off her feet and I proceeded to take her to the room I had booked.I opened the door while carrying her.I then put her down on the bed and was satisfied to see that the room was just as I requested.The bed was big and there was a bottle of champagne next to the bed in a bucket of ice.The lighting was dim and perfect.I went to the door and locked it.I then turned and looked at. He pried my legs wider apart with his hands then pulled part way out then pushed back in, I feigned another halfhearted protest as my drunk brother started screwing me, his drunk sister.At first there was friction, a little discomfort as he stroked in and out but our bodies began to seep more slick fluids and in a minute his cock felt a lot better as it slipped easily in my pussy. I was mildly irritated that he didn’t really seduce me but the longer we screwed, the better it felt, the whiskey.