The first night we always ate late, cooking hot dogs over a fire. They had pushed two picnic tables together and set out all the materials and food we...would need. My cousins and I began setting chairs up around the fire pit while my Uncle Henry began chopping the wood he had brought for the fire. After a few swings of his axe, he regarded my brother. Greg. Mind heading into the woods and grabbing an armful of kindling for me? Sure, no problem Henry, he agreed. It always bothered me how nice and. Her legswere long and strong from years of aerobics instruction, but she wasn't skinnyand hard looking.? Her hips had just theright amount of spare flesh on them to give them the look of decadence.? Her belly was toned, but possessing avoluptuous curve, and she had a single jewel dangling from her pierced navel. "I see you like that jewel,? she noticed my gaze,?don't you, slut??? It's a gift from oneof my slaves. Pretty, isn't it?" I nodded as I continued to suck hungrily, and lookedinquiringly. That was the first, but certainly not the last time I spanked Wendy’s ass before I fucked her.Mandy and Wendy took turns with me after Beth and I got home from work. It wasn’t ideal, but both girls got fucked two or three times a day. I used my fingers and tongue liberally on my daughters so that helped give them more orgasms every day. My daughters thought their orgasms weren’t as strong as when I fucked them with my hard cock. That perception made me proud but at the same time it made it more. That seed was slowly watered as the police came to her home, roped off the house, and drew the attention of the entire block. They all gawked and stared. They passed their judgments and make their demeaning remarks. They were there to see her body wheeled out covered by a thin white sheet. None of them cared when she was alive, when she needed them the most. But they all stood at the pew of righteousness feeling better about who they were as people because they weren’t the ones suffering. ‘Damn.