Those very sounds that haunt us of what could have been and should have been. This is the life we chose to live or did we? The very act of birth itsel... is a continuing tormenter. These lives forced to live because of the actions of the parents before them. Yet tormented with no will or power. Weakened by the endless struggle to stay alive, living like scavengers on the bits of waste. These small pieces rusting away from a once favored society.Yet how can you blame that you toss us out like an. He uses his hand to readjust his cock and this time finds my asshole. I turn my hips to get a better look at him, his massive beer belly hanging under his t-shirt, and sheepishly beg, “Go slow.” The younger trucker grabs my right shoulder hard, forcing me to look back ahead, and pushes down until I can’t do anything but lower my head. “Shut up,” he replies.The tip of his cock pushes hard against my asshole but doesn’t enter me. He tries again and I am almost relieved thinking this isn’t going. I watched as she jutted out her ass for me as I stepped up behind her. She spread it once more for me and I slid my cock inside her tight hole. I pushed her up against the wall, slipping my hand under her arm and up to her throat. I loved her throat; it felt so vulnerable in my hand and she seemed to relish it.I slammed my cock into her butt, feeling her push back against me. She groaned loudly as I pulled a little too hard on her neck. I was pushing my cock deep inside her ass, pushing her. I got my laptop out and started to browse through the available porn.About an hour into it as I'm thinking of wacking off a sneaky one in the front room, I heard stirring from the daughters room above me, the toilet flush then I heard her bedroom door shut. Believing my step daughter has shuffled back off to bed, I got back into what I was doing with my mouse hand inside my soft gown. to my shock the living room door opened, in walked Kerry, My step daughters best friend, she must have stayed.