“If you have time to talk, Mom, you’re not fucking me back hard enough!” Kyra insisted and drove her dildo deeper into her mother’s bowels.“...ll I can say is, ‘thanks, Dad, for screwing Cheyenne so I could fuck her again!’ Though I must admit that banging Reba, Kyra, and Barbara Jean is fun, too. Still, I love Cheyenne more than anyone else, of course. She’s my hot wife, aren’t you, Cheyenne?” Van grunted as he plowed Cheyenne and watched Jake screwing Lori Ann.“What about him?” Brock pointed to. . go back to..." Just being friends?" Terry nodded slowly. "But I love making love with you. I don't want to give that up." Oh god, neither do I, but is it worth losing Holly?" The tears were running down her face now. "She'll always be your sister, but I don't think I can stand to lose her -- and I am!"Terry took her in his arms and held her while her tears fell, and some of his own as well. At last, when their sobs had ceased, he said "Okay, Jill. What we did was a wonderful thing, and I'll. There aren’t any letters assigned to 1, either. We can use that for Q.” Ever since those high school years, Carla had automatically seen words whenever she saw a written telephone number. Other people thought she was very strange, especially those younger ones, who didn’t remember rotary dials, because push-button phones have a different letter assignment that includes both Q and Z. For the next several days, Carla could not stop thinking about the coincidental telephone number. She had long. .?" Lanky fingers snaked across the rough dome atop his mask, their chipped fingernails scraping lightly as the madness lingered within his mind; long gone were any hopes this had all been some sort of fever dream, but it was in fact a reality. This was all more than he could take, far more than anyone could or ever should be expected to endure, and of all people he had to be among those burdened with it. Why him? He had always been the weak one, always the coward who hid when there was even.