I figured it was time to get going and took the trash over and dumped it, as I turned around she was sitting there crying...(I was guessing at this po...nt, give her a hug and tell her everything is going to be fine like a good stepbrother and I can get the hell out of here!) I went over and sat next to her on the couch and put my hand on her back and said, “Don’t worry about that loser jerk. If he could not see he just made a huge mistake with an awesome woman, he did not deserve you anyway”. . I think she's dead." What?" I heard over the phone and beside me."Noah just called me. He said they found her in the family crypt." FUCK!" Mokuba swore, but I could hear tears too. "What happened?" I don't know what happened yet." I said for both Mokuba and Pharaoh. "Noah sounded like a wreck. I've already called for a car."Pharaoh got out of bed. "You go, my love, I'll tell the others." He kissed me softly and slipped on a robe as he left the room."She was so happy." Mokuba sniffed and I could. His hands then went to my breasts where her grabbed a hold of my nipples and started pinching them forcing me to squirm around to shake them free of his grasp. All I succeeded in doing was to slide around on his shaft as he fucked me with that ‘trouser snake’ of his. I started to grow accustomed to it, which was a good thing. That damn kid fucked the shit out of my pussy for nearly a half-hour before he finally filled me with his cum and pulled out.Being the dutiful Sex Slave, I turned around. JFK and his New Frontiersmen were in charge, the GNP was humming along and Viet Nam was still a place most Americans couldn’t locate on a map. The Cuban Missile Crisis lay a few months ahead, but we were still blissfully ignorant of those missile sites going up, Castro’s answer to the disastrous Bay of Pigs invasion. It was a fun time to be nineteen and working at a summer camp. For the previous eight years, summers meant spending seven weeks at Camp Nanticoke in central Pennsylvania—first as.