“Maybe your last moments should be heavenly…” A finger pointing to her exposed, wet opening follows her words.As the owner slowly goes down, mos... likely slumping from exhaustion, Marjean Holden stands over him, positioning her crotch just above his face.In the distance, she can hear voices that are African-American. Possibly armed groups fighting against the initial rioters. It could be self-defense, or the beginning of a race war.In her current state, Marjean knew which side she would be on.. But the resulting wounds, like those inflicted when her clit sheath had been trimmed, were now long healed and she was pleased to see her privates look so neat and taut.Moisture glistened from the bottom of the clean slit and the tops of the girl's inner thighs; the maid quickly wiped it away with a soft towel. It was like this every morning, ever since a series of acupuncture treatments that lanced May's groin with dozens of steel needles had triggered the lubricating glands of her pussy. The. Closer inspection of the boy’s anus told Michael that it was beginning to heal. It also showed the boy’s rectal tear was far from the only one the boy had experienced. Swelling had hidden most of the prior damage. Michael counted at least 4 tears that were healed. This child had been rippedapart by adults time and time again. Michael didn’t understand how anyone who claimed to love boys could stoop to hurting them so carelessly. Michael knew it was completely unnecessary and avoidable.Conner’s. I took and sat it out on a picnic table as Bailey and Rachel took up seats at the table, taking photos with their cell phones. I lugged the cooler from my pickup, over to the picnic table, then popped open three beers. It was close to eleven. I was feeling rather anxious, but after a little chat and some beers, I was beginning to feel a little more relaxed, as was Bailey and Rachel.We chatted about school, their classes and life away from “Podunkville” all while I contemplated my next move..