My rapist is dead. Blossom’s rapist is dead. Taylor’s murderer is going to be put away for life. Really, my big priority right now is getting Blos...om back on an even keel and getting ready for the next batch of babies.”“Don’t ask why, but if you have another girl...”“NO! I will not name another baby Taylor. It just would not be right.”“Ok. So, I need to come up with, what four names this time?”“Paul O’Dell! If you have me knocked up with quadruplets, I WILL kick your overly fertile ass.”“I have. And it is often that he awakes on this solemn river bank, having been lulled to sleep by the peaceful tune of silent river and dancing reeds. It was on one of these nights that he sat on soft river bank, his face upturned to the wheeling dome of the sky with sword upon his lap, that he found himself suddenly awakened by a flash, the smell of sulfur and the sound of a great thunder clap, for he had been sleeping. When, drawing Mokusatsu and standing tall on tired legs, he beheld a great two. My....God....yes!” She hissed out a word each time she bounced up and down on his shaft, leaning up and tossing back her long blonde hair as she made wide “I’m being fucked” eyes to her camera phone. Her heavy breasts bounced freely with her movements, her nipples hard and firm, and he held her by the hips as she worked herself hard over him. She sunk down and clamped her pussy around his cock, leaning forward to give him a wonderful view of her bottom, the tight pulsing rosebud of her anus,. She lay pinned beneath him. They were both sheened in sweat and the smell of their sex. Enrique finally stirred, rolled off her to fall nearly insensate on her bed. ‘So,’ said Rob. ‘This is how I find you, sister-slut and dearest friend.’ Constance sat bolt upright, and a beam of light fell full on her rosy skin as Rob opened a panel in the lantern he held. He had closed and locked the door behind him and stood there, soot and smoke staining his clothes, and his expression was livid with rage..