”“I didn’t think of that,” he said. “You’re right. I’d know right away if they were dead, and I’d have to tell all those loved ones th... bad news. Maybe I wouldn’t want to work that way.”I imagined him arriving somewhere, and fearful parents holding out a photograph. It would be difficult to make it go any differently than: “Hi, I’m Bobby Wilson. I’m sorry. Your son is dead. I wish I could tell you where to find the body, but I can’t do that. I’m really sorry, but I have to be going now. The. The scent of victory gave him added strength. Beth’s familiar weight was next to no burden. Big Boy lost himself in his motion as his powerful legs pounded the turf. His great chest rose and fell as he breathed deeply. The rhythmic pressure on Big Boy’s neck began once again. Her graceful legs gripped him ever more tightly, squeezing and releasing. The wetness on his back became more pronounced. Beth’s verbal encouragements ceased. Her breathing became hoarse and her movements became. It wouldn't be so scary if it just wasn't so...amazing.”“Maybe we shouldn't then.”I reached out and took her by the shoulders.“I can't imagine turning you away now. But damn is it hard to keep a promise.”She kissed my arm.“It'll be ok.”And together we lay her down on me. The touch of her body was as cool as silk as she laid down between my legs, pressing her firm tummy against my cock and slowing pushing it flat against my own. Her breasts nuzzled in across my ribs and her face was even with my. I came back into my room and cleaned everything up. I took a shower making sure to wash the stench off my pussy and everywhere else. When I got out I threw on a night gown with a black thong and went into the kitchen to make supper.It was my job to cook, clean and make sure my brother and sister were in place. My mom had died from a car crash 2 years ago so I was next in line to play mommy. My father did nothing but drink his life away. He would wake up drink, got to work and drink there and.