In addition, because Christians are sure God is on their side and they're doing Right, many of them have even less regard for the law than politicians...- which is VERY little indeed - so the Christians don't just blame but also condemn and then try to send back to Hell. That had been attempted a few times already, fortunately intercepted by our guards.With the legal, social, religious and other shit that's being thrown at my loved ones, you can imagine how horrible their lives are now. This is. And his lovely cinnamon wife. Wouldn’t that be nice?”Mark remembered Jake’s ‘cinnamon’ wife very fondly. She didn’t look like cinnamon. Her skin was the color of cocoa. She tasted like cinnamon. The memory made his cock swell even more inside his daughter, whom he had been fucking when his wife asked the question.“I think so, Honey, but it’s hard to think when I’m this hard. It’s also hard to talk when you keep pushing that cream pie in my face--not complaining, mind you.”“Is it hard to talk. He shrugged. "Doesn't matter." He got up and leaned over the table in front of me."You mind it dry?" I asked. This was a lot more matter of fact than anyone else had been."Whatever." Suit yourself." I said. I didn't want matter of fact. I wanted screaming, panting, uncontrollable lust. I stood behind him and dropped his pants to the floor. He had on a jock so the straps were around his hips. I held open his very firm, deliciously round ass cheeks and licked his little dark brown hole.And then. ‘At least breakfast foods.’ I silently ate the pancakes after drenching them in maple syrup. I swirled the remaining amount of syrup on the plate making odd designs purely for my own amusement. I dropped the fork on the plate and looked around the house. ‘It’s my day off and what am I doing? Sitting in my house, alone. This is officially pathetic.’ A boredom that bordered on depression swept over me as I began cleaning up the kitchen. I slowly wandered my way back upstairs. I flipped through.