"We moved on through the woods, looking for signs of recent passage, and then we found the body. It looked very small."It's Bucko," the girl said, kne...ling. I saw another trace of blood nearby and a trail of it leading away, but I did not point that out to her.I looked at her closely for the first time and saw a pretty, freckle-faced youngster weeping, wiping her nose on her hand, her lank hair hanging loosely, shoulders slumped.The boy's throat had been cut and there was still a rope about one. “oooohh fuck sweetie, all that hot sperm is pouring right into my womb” she moaned, grinding her ass back against my crotch. “You’re such a slut tonight mom” I said gripping her neck and pulling her up against me. “Don’t call your mother such a thing” she scolded me, which at this point was laughable as she moaned over and over feeling me bite into her neck; my jets of cum now slowing to a dribble. “Did you think about what I told you today?” mom asked as we separated from each other. “I did,. Is that right?Clarke: I can control him. He listens to me. If you want to study him, then work with us. You’ll learn a hell of a lot more than if you cut him up and look at fucking slides under a microscope.Agent [redacted]: You don’t talk like a nun.Clarke: I’m not a nun. I’ve never been a nun. I was contemplating becoming a nun, and then you guys fucked that all up for me.Agent [redacted]: Well, I’m not a nun, either. I’m an official in the United States Government, charged with the. I would trade my body for yours, face and all in a heartbeat if I could.’ Brenda was astonished by Karen’s words. Never in her life (since the accident) had anyone called her beautiful despite her scarred face. Yes of course Harry had called her beautiful even constantly but it was only after he had fucked her. She dismissed his endearments as being a natural consequence of indulging in some fantastic sex. She did not believe in the back of her mind that Harry truly believed her beautiful.