I dare not tell him about the Pastor, I figured it best he didnt know. He roughly pushed my legs apart, pushing his hands up my thighs, prising my pus...y lips apart stretching me open. I looked at his face, he was positively drooling eyeing up my juicy cunt. He drew breath, licking his lips and literally dived between my legs, slurping and sucking like a hyena, his mouth encased my tiny pussy sticking his tongue deep into my cunt trying to draw out my juices into his mouth. He moved his tongue. I just killed over two hundred religious nut jobs in Monticello and Moab Utah in fenced-in complexes where they were beating kids to death. The Monticello police and sheriff’s department had to know about it because the church was buying supplies. They’re all dead. There’s kids handcuffed to bunks in at least one unheated quonset hut in the compound south of Monticello. All the adults are dead, just like when I killed all the senators. The preacher, his lackeys, his goons and the parents that. Shannon loved it when he sucked her titties. they were sensitive and it made her feel good. They had mastered the art of giving her breast orgasms over the years. More often though, it was their post sex ritual for him to suck her titties while she lay there and closed her eyes, simply taking in the feeling of it. Spunk ran down her thighs to the bed below. she scooped some of his semen up from inside her twat and sucked her fingers dry. Their was something magical about Michaels cum. To her. “Raise your hands, come on, reach up”.She obeyed knowing if she didn’t, she’d be forced anyway. She let go of herself and lifted her large fatty arms. Her ample breasts sagged forward, the aureolas stretched out like large brown pancakes, the nipples pointing down touching her swollen, flabby belly. Her paunch folded over her mound, the thick black curly hairs clearly visible between her large thighs. Mike reached forward and pulled the now useless panties from her slit, the fabric seeming.