I unlocked the door to my apartment and went inside, tired from a long week at work. I didn’t mind the job I had, but it had lost the glow of enjoy...ent a long time before.Shit, my whole life had lost that glow a long time ago. I was 40 years old, divorced, paying a mortgage on a house that my ex-wife lived in with her flavor of the week, and up to my ears in debt thanks to her and her habit of spending a shitload on toys for them before I found out about her whoring around. I felt like the. You insert 1 finger then 2 – I begin to gyrate and fuck your fingers – juice dripping down your hand – begging for one – then 2 more fingers – you beging to slowly thrust your hand in my pussy – pressing your thumb in my ass – fucking both holes mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm again and again and again til I cum allll over your hand!I roll over and under you –grabbing your wonderfully hard cock – circling ever so gently the rim of it’s tip while you flick your tongue over my pussy lips – soaking wet –. As he looked around, he saw the dead littering the ground. His mother and father were lying at the back of the wagon. He doubted that his father had even come out of the wagon, until they pulled him out. He didn't have to look to know that they were dead. He was surprised to find that it didn't mean much to him. He was sorry that they were dead, but he felt no other emotion.Looking around he saw the same thing all around the other wagons. Then he felt the point of something sharp poke his ribs,. Yes, he spent a lot of time trying, vainly, to justify his actions. He had no idea that not only did his daughter think about it more than he did, she was actually planning to make it happen again…and this time, she wanted all of her daddy. Allan parked the car in the driveway and reached for his Apple bag before walking up the steps. Everything seemed dark and he wondered if Lisa was even home as he unlocked and entered his home. He called out to her but got no answer. He placed the.