Wilson just started jamming his cock into her harder and faster. Mickey’s face was buried in his chest and she could taste the sweat off of his body... Wilson grunted and with one large shove, he drove his shaft to its hilt in Mickey’s cunt. She felt him spurting his cum inside of her. It was squeezing out from her all around his cock. He lay still on her for several minutes. He then lifted himself off of her and pulled out of her, with a soft slurping sound. He then pulled Mickey's head into his. I didn't need a world of shit developing so close by every few days. If nothing else I was going to put a stop to that. I was going to keep getting rid of troublemakers until I didn't have any left. I wasn't in the market to be a King, but I sure as hell intended to be a democratic majority of one until things suited me.Sure, I knew we needed children coming and that we'd be better off with some genetic diversification. Well, we'd have some for a while, even if I were the only man around. I. Istamped my feet and sighed dramatically along with theothers until I saw the cause of the logjam: A vision ofFar Eastern loveliness in a skirt shorter than HeatherLocklear’s on ‘Melrose Place’ had emptied her bag andall her pockets, and still kept setting off thedetector. The poor thing was turning a lovely pink fromembarrassment and frustration. My heart and rapidlyexpanding cock went out to the girl. Finally, she slapped her forehead, as if the answer hadjust dawned on her.. They were taught to be suspicious, paranoid, observant and wise. They were instructed on how to diplomatically seek confirmation of a man's words without giving cause for false offence. (What, don't you trust me? I am insulted!) They were taught how to keep their purse close and their weapons ready, and to not be lulled by a smiling face. In short, how to survive in the world. This was the main purpose of 'bedtime stories', and why fairy tales were so dark in their older versions.John's stories.