"Seems the boys mother is a bit of a slag," my friend laughed, "I think she is supposed to have slept with most of the fathers of the boys at this sch...ol and the sons mouth off about it. Her son flies into a rage and ends up getting the shit beaten out of him. You'd think he'd have learnt some sense by now and realised that a woman like that just isn't worth defending."I felt cold at the sudden realisation that I was the 'slag' the story referred to and despite everything my son, who I had. While stroking my gooey cock I peaked back out the window and she had taken her bikini bottom off and had her legs spread wide. I got my first look at a pussy. It was soaking wet with wispy blonde hair all around it and she had it spread open and she was rubbing a hard round little bump and seemed to be totally enjoying it the way her ass was moving around. Her other hand was all over one of her tits and she was pinching the big nipple real hard. I thought about how in the book guys loved. After swallowing all of the feces, Brunie started to feel weird. Tommy watched as his young brother's skin went pale and he died. Tommy, crying, knew what he had to do. He reached up his young brother's dead asshole and pulled out a hand full of his brothers shit. "I love you brother!" Tommy screamed as he swallowed his dead brothers shit and died. THE END.Very good, right?This is a tale of a young boy named Brunie.There once was a 12 year old boy named Brunie. Brunie always considered himself. "So, tell us now. Everything you know about the Resistance." Hewaited. Suzanne stood silent, looking past him. "Prepare her for interrogation," TheColonel said to the guards and left the room. Suzanne was pushed down into the chair against and strapped in place. Oneof the guards brought out a pair of clippers. Quickly and crudely he clippedoff her long blonde hair. Then she was released from the chair. Her wristswere pulled behind her back and cuffed together. The guards then led her fromthe.