"Here you go." Eric laughed as he began. "Just fucking try to stop me." Eric spit on Amy's asshole and pushed his cock into it forcefully. He slid bot... of his arms up under her armpits before clasping his hands together behind her neck in a Full Nelson hold. Helpless to do anything, Amy succumbed to his anal assault and took it like a champ. "Fuck you, you bastard!" Amy screamed. Eric pounded at her while she fought meekly. "I'm going to cum in that tight little hole of yours now." Eric. With heart pounding I slowly lifted his nightshirt with my trembling free hand to reveal the thick piece of meat that limply lay there.My cunt twitched and wetted, and I squeezed my legs together to help it along. Setting the nightshirt down so Tad's genitals were fully exposed, I dreamed of touching him, of sucking him, of doing anything to be near that beautiful chunky prick my son sported. But I didn't want him to wake up either, so I leaned forward and blew my hot breath on it while. " Ahhh ... are you with the laundry police?" What the hell do they do?" Catch women getting off on the equipment, probably." No. No police." Yes, then. Yes, I was getting a buzz. Alright?" Very alright." Oh. Sorry, Alan. How can I tell what to say?" I don't think there are rules. I'm sorry I interrupted." It's okay." Or at least that I wasn't a little later." Oh, I wouldn't have been much ... Oh, shit." Much longer?" Yeah. Yeah, much longer."Alan turned and hoisted himself up on the washer next. We remove only small woman bodies and tiny child bodies. We don’t touch enemy bodies. We don’t even count bodies except those of the small-framed woman ones, and the tiny-framed child ones who will be gently sent on their way with pretty memorial services with full dignity for perhaps the first time in their short, tiny, tortured lives. God help me never empty myself of the source of this silent raging flood of salt tears flowing from my shattered heart, out my blinkless eyes, leaving briny.