Her head tossed back and forth as he devoured her. His left hand held her skirt and apron out of the way while his right slid up her thigh.“Oh, my g...d, Clint,” she groaned. “You’re ... you’re...”“Eating your pussy, Mom?” he asked, pulling his lips away. They were gleaming with her incestuous pussy juices. “Huh, Mom?”“Yes!” she moaned, her breasts swaying. “Oh, Clint, this ... this...”“Is what you need,” he said and buried his face back into her twat.“My wonderful son!” she moaned as he ate. The two henchmen grabbed Fortunata and pinned her to the ground. Fromthat position, she saw a horseshoe hanging from the wall. She bit theshoulder of the smaller man and reached up to grab the horseshoe. Once itwas in her hand, she slammed it into the top of the bigger man's head,and the force of her blow rendered him unconscious."It's just you and me now, Poet!" Fortunata cried.The Poet grabbed the lamp on the counter beside the table and leaped fromhis chair to confront her."Oh, no, my pet!". ..hey, do you want to do something now?" Whatever you wish" Uh, do you want to suck my cock" he said, staring at her luscious pouting mouth. She moved over obediently, and begin to move her head down... Lucky actually closed his legs. "Or should we just fuck?" he asked.She smiled complacently."Or anything... would you let me fuck your ass?", and she turned around, pulling up her skirt to show a well-toned but creamy ass."So, basically... I can do whatever?" She nodded, and repeated "I wish to. "Theyhide in civilian homes. They use mothers and babies as human shields. Younever know when one of them will snipe at you from behind a woman, or fromthe other side of a closed door."But Trevor Lawrence was not to be discouraged. He wanted an interview withan insurgent and he wanted it badly. He wanted the hatred to spew out ofone of them in his own words. He especially wanted the bastard to claimthat it was the will of Allah. It was his intention to show the world thatthey were not.