He lunged forward and as he did I swung the blade low, cutting his gut open. His stomach erupted in a frightening gush of blood, his intestines coilin... out. The stench of blood and alcohol filled the room, and I can remember hearing the blood pattering on the wood planks as he stood there wide eyed with shock and disbelief. Our eyes locked, and mine followed his as he fell to the floor to land at my feet. I dropped the lawn mower blade and fell to my knees, crying and defeated. It was just too. Don’t get me wrong. She’s not a whore. I taught her everything she knows about sucking cock and fucking. I’m actually the only guy Keri has ever fucked. We met in college. Keri was a freshman and I had lost my job and was back in school studying for a new carrier. Keri was only nineteen at the time. She was the sexiest thing I ever saw in my whole life! Red hair, freckles, big full tits and a full ass to match. Curvy long legs that seemed to go for miles. She was in one of my morning classes.. She treasured is dearly. Since she had no hope of ever gettingfucked by his cock, being his cum-bucket was definitely the next best thing.And now piss was coming, she thought happily. This was turning out to be a trulyperfect evening. She sat on thebathroom floor, back arched with her small tits out, hands behind her back anda wide open mouth with gleaming excited eyes. She licked her lips a couple oftimes. Her Master stood in the doorway looking down on her making her feelsmall. It wasn?t. My hand, her butt. I was in heaven.She broke the kiss to say "That feels good." I had to agree with her. She went back to kissing me and I felt her hand on my chest. Then there were two hands, sliding over my chest, running through the chest hair, feeling my nipples. Then she started working lower, under my chest, my stomach, finally one hand pulling out the waist band, the other attempting to go inside the suit. It was just too tight. She got her fingers into my pubic hair but that was as far.