Connor sighed to himself, only the necklace your mother wore most of the time and you remember it very well, he thought "I have to be off to see the f...mily before I leave, remember if you need anything just contact Neil at Tetly's, if he isn't available you can always go see my Uncle Joe, I wrote the address on the paper along with Tetly's." Allora nodded looking at the paper before she stuffed it into the pocket of her breeches as they walked to the front of the house "thank you" she said. Though their giddiness at having got so far made them confide in each other that they craved more than a brush.Gemma: Wonder what his cock’s like?Angelina: I bet it’s bent. You know, like he said in that film he made about Woodrow Wilson. You’d let him fuck you?Gemma: I didn’t dress like a fricking Bratz doll to play bridge with the bastard. Where are we? Yeah, get through that fire exit. ‘Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted’. Life fuck they will. It’s great this, isn’t it? I. I just impaled her with my hard, hot penis, slammed it all the way in. And then just continued fucking mom with as much force as I could muster. Mom screamed. And screamed and screamed. I slammed my dick into mom repeatedly. I breathed hard and mocked moms moans of pain and humiliation with horrible, ugly insults. You fucking bitch!! Every time my throbbing cockhead penetrated moms vulva, my swollen, heavy testicles would hit moms anus, producing a sharp, shallow, slapping sound. I fucked. My fear of any form of pain consumed me I shuttered at the slight touch of another human's hand on my body. I've never been in a real relationship, I never had a real kiss, I never had someone be intimate with, physically or mentally. This was until I met him. It was Saturday January 22, exactly five months before my 20th birthday, probably the coldest night of the year. Temperatures plummeted to a mere 9 degrees 0 degrees with wind. I walked in the cold through the snow my thighs became hot.