Books had been thrown out of the gaping hole. The river ran black with ink. Stories washed away. Lost knowledge. Stray pages lay crumpled and smudged,...trodden on and ripped. I bent to pick one up. Half a poem.It didn’t make any sense. Nothing made any sense.*Nathan and I had fucked in the library. He knew I always hid there and showed up one late summer’s afternoon, under false pretences. I’d been sitting at a table by the computers, peacefully lost in a fictional Steinbeck world when his voice. .. ooh... OOH!” She held it still as her body shook and she stared at my thickening dick. Probably wondering what it felt like to have a real cock. I turned sideways so she could watch it grow and stick out further and further.I walked over to the side of the bed and offered her my tool, “You're just like your mother. She loves that toy. She also loves my toy.” Slowly she pushed the dildo in and out again. My hot little girl was breathing hard and looking at the head of my dick. “Mom does? Like. Simone smiled as she pulled away his belt, taking his cock in her hand and licking its length expertly. She glanced at Lauren’s vagina and then at Rebecca and Nikki.“Lick her so that she’s wet” she commanded, pausing briefly to watch before turning to take the priest’s massive tool in her mouth. The girls twisted round and dribbled saliva over the little girls pussy, rubbing gently along its length, coaxing the clitoris to come out and play. Simone stopped them after a couple of minutes. “OK,. "Oh," was all he seemed to be able to say. The eldest Holmes pulled Sherlock into a punishing kiss and began pounding into him, gripping his hips tightly as he nipped at his already bloody lips. Sherlock reciprocated the ferocity of the kiss, though letting his brother lead, allowing him full access to him (as if there were anything left to take.) He moaned with every thrust his brother made, finding himself enjoying the roughness immensely. "My," he whispered, his feet slightly pushing against.