His words made me feel cheap. An anger boils up inside of me.“I wanna snap his dick off his body.” I say abruptly.Caleb chuckles and sits up.“Is...that all you wanna do? Wanna force feed it to him? Cut his balls off and hand them to his wife? Come on, let your anger out!” Caleb shouts urging me on.“Ugh! I’m not an angry person! But he angers me!”I white-knuckle the steering wheel and notice that we’re in the middle of nowhere. I pull off on the side of the highway and get out of the car. I walk a. You should see the marks. She’ll see them and be reminded about what happened for weeks. I wish she’d report him; that fucker should be in jail!” Amber grouched angrily.I grunted, “More like he should be shot. Can’t rape people with a bullet in your brain,” I replied tersely.“Agreed! Come on, let’s get you up and in the shower. Mom and Dad wanna interrogate us while CC is still asleep,” she said while yanking on my hands to stand me up.“Okay. Advils please, my head feels like a gorilla is. Paul Macon was usually right, the old bastard. He looked to be in his late twenties, maybe thirty years old, but everybody knew that he was actually a hundred and thirty. That in itself wasn’t unusual; out of a human population of eleven and a half billion, just over one million people were older than a hundred twenty; nearly a thousand were over a hundred fifty. Not one of these ultra-centenarians looked to be older than seventy, and most looked less than fifty. In his long life Paul had been. Three days later we went back and I ended sucking his cock and getting fucked doggy style while my husband laid under, licking my pussy. After Whit finished my husband cleaned my pussy of Whit’s cum. After fucking Whit a couple months he told me, as we talked on messenger, that he had two friends that wanted to join in for it was OK to maybe add him. I said it would be OK and the following weekend we went to his place. Sitting on the couch I watched as Mick’s friends entered.“This is Vin and.