”Charles paled realizing that he would be first to die. He looked around. I realized he had nowhere to go and now knew it. I saw one of the “back ...eat” guys from last time get out. He shouted, “Mister Anderson, resistance is futile. We can take you.”“I don’t think so. At least, you won’t.” I shifted my aim and killed him. Charles dropped but his people killed him. I saw his body jerk from four shots. I shot other people from my tree. They were more prepared but were still not that ready when. I heard a slap, and my mom moaned, “Ah, my ass!”Man: Yes, I want it. Come on. Wake up.Mom woke up to his slap on her ass and said, “Bastard, What kind of an animal are you? You have got a hunger for sex more than me. Make it fast. Fuck me and leave.”Man: That’s my bitch. Get into a doggy position for me.Mom: Ufff, Okay. Put it in.I heard him spit, and my mom moaned her heart out. He slapped her ass and said, “Shhh, quiet.”Mom: Aahh! How many times did I tell you not to fuck my ass so hard?Man:. The second bus was loaded with the band and their instruments. That left the third bus for my girls and some of their parents. Also a couple of the teachers who had helped at practice sessions showed up so we almost filled the bus. Great turn-out for the first game of the season. The two teachers ushered the girls to the locker room for some uniform adjustments and primping. I showed the dads and moms to the section of the stands reserved for them. I of course took to the field ready for our. No one would havewanted to follow me into that kitchen. Gradually though, as the weekends wenton, I became much tidier and far more expert, even changing the suggested menuand surprising my sisters. For about the first six months Iwas just a lackey. I did everything I was told and in return I was cuddled, hadmy hair played with, sometimes Miss Fiona would even rub my shoulders when Iwas free from my chores. I didn?t mind any of the things that were happening,in fact I looked forward to the.