It was so warm. I pounded her for 5-7 minutes as hard as I could. There were all sorts of sounds coming, my balls hitting her vaginal walls, she was s...outing to fuck hard, Fuck me, Fuck me harder, Hit me, fuck me like a bitch, whatever was coming in her mind, was in her mouth.She had lost control of her words. I was tired. So as my speed decreased, she asked me to lie down and she climbed over me in the bed. I am very sure, the bed would have lost have its strength after we had completed our. A thrill shot through her body as she lightly rubbed them. There was a slight burn were John had lightly bit her nipple.But lately, she wanted more. The guilt engendered by her need gnawed at her. Her son, Sam, fucking her on the plane had awakened an aching chasm of need in her. It was an evil need, a demeaning need. It took her into the abyss of social and moral degradation. It was so wrong! Still the memory of his huge young cock filling her pussy then plumbing the depths of her anus caused. The dead were taken to our makeshift morgue, the meat locker in the grocery store. The building itself was still upright but part of the roof was gone, and the refrigeration unit was functioning on a generator.They brought her in about dawn, a frail-looking girl in shorts and a T-shirt with a swollen ankle. She appeared to be sleeping in the fireman's arms."I saw her limping on the side of the road. I think her ankle's broken," he said as he laid her down.She had a scalp wound that had darkened. Intruder " WHY DONT YOU ASK YOUR MAN JOHNNY RIGHT NEXT TO YOU! HE KNOWS WHY IM HERE!! DONT YOU JOHNNY? TELL YOUR OLD LADY WHY THE TWO OF YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THE SHIT YOU MISTER . DID TO MY LITTLE GIRL!!! FUCK YOU MR JOHNNY SMOTH TALKING BITCH"Him " PLEASE YOU GOT THE WRONG MAN b*o!"Her" PLEASE MISTER THIS IS MY SON AND HIS NAME IS NOT JOHNNY HIS NAME IS MMMM!"Before her mouth formed the name of her first born it was gagged and silenced. Her wrists were bound to her ankles in lighting.