"Watch, and learn." She slid her hand between her legs, slowly traced a circle around her mound. Her probing fingers parted the bright pink folds o... her neither lips, revealing a small nub of flesh buried within them. She quivered and gasped as her fingers brushed against it. My attention was riveted on her crotch, but I was becoming increasingly aware of the weight of the pendant on my chest. It seemed to be getting heavier. "You know...what they say...about pleasing a woman," she. " I get her over Ella, face to face with her. "Lick. Clean it all up. I want her spotless. Come on, if I taste any of my cum later, you're in deep shit." I remove her gag temporarily, pulling out the soaked disgusting wad of her own dirty panties from her mouth. She coughs, but I've broken her enough, she knows not to resist, not to scream. I grab a fistful of her hair and push her face down. She lays on her daughter, trying not to put all her weight on the poor girl.Grace tentatively opens her. . well, manly.Charity closed her eyes. She knew and understood the physical reasons for the pattern of lights she saw, seeming to appear just behind her eyelids, but she had not known that they could be so beautiful. What was I so scared for? There's really nothing to be afraid of... really. It just seems like all my senses are sharper... and brighter... I can hear better... and see better... notice things that I never noticed before... that is what seems so strange.Opening her eyes, she looked. Owning and personalizing the place gave me a sense of belonging somewhere again. That helped my frame of mind, just as the gentle pace, and easy going days helped my body.My scars were terrible.Every night I looked at my chest and stomach and was once again, amazed to be alive. I was literally, torn to pieces by those shooters, yet survived, and healed up. Clearly the Universe had a job just for me, and it wasn't done.To that end, I put my bank and trust accounts, the farm, Fornier's property.