‘Use my phone to call your boss and I’ll provide lunch for you and we can talk some more. Suit you?’ ‘Yes sir, Sam replied. After he finished ...is phone call, the youngster joined Clint in the kitchen. There was a steaming pot of beef stew and fresh baked biscuits sitting on the table. ‘Hope you like beef stew son,’ Clint said as he ladled the stew into two big bowls. ‘Sit down and dig in.’ After eating Sam helped clean up and Clint led him back to the rocking chairs on the front porch. ‘No need. But one day Mandy faced me with the fact that she had proof that I was fucking our mother. I just laughed and said you are dreaming, but somehow I knew that she was fairly sure of her facts.She said."I might just tell Beanie unless you make it worth my while brother." You vindictive bitch!" I was livid, but I was determined she would soon learn that I was not a brother as she could treat as scum. The fact she was prepared to blackmail me and her mother made me so angry, and anyone who. Grimy and saturated inside and out with healthy doses of dog and donkey cum, Angelina was unceremoniously delivered into the hands of Carlos’s collection of whores. The women clucked in disapproval over the mess they had been tasked with, but obediently went to work, diligently scrubbing every nook and cranny of the fidgeting girl. Her hair was washed and lotions and makeup were applied, covering the scuffs and bruises on her skin. Rosalita herself saw to the girl’s hair and dress, coaxing. .." mutters the Cosmic Kid as he hears the sound of gears coming from between his wide spread legs. Slowly a metallic arm with three 'fingers'on the end swings out from behind the frame and a piece of steel again slides up Cosmic kid’s now lubricated anus."Meet the Jack-u-tron, Cosmic Kid! It's programmed to keep you company for a while!! Hehehe..." laughs Professor Zed. The Cosmic Kid feels the cold steel fingerswrap around his pulsing meat. In no time, the Jack-u-tron is furiously stroking.