I hugged her hard and picked her up and swing her ass onto the counter top. She giggled and spread her legs slightly.I flipped her skirt up a bit and ...ommented how nice her pussy looked. I then smacked my mouth like I was tasting something sweet. She got the hint, leaned back and spread her legs more, propping one foot on the counter and the other over my shoulder. I leaned into her hot crotch and inhaled her musky scent. I began kissing her inner thighs and all around her mons. She said I felt. Almost there. The bead broke through her and she immediately pulled forward onto my penis. She was sucking me like I had seen her chug from a water bottle on a hot day; she never had enough. I just noticed that my hand had moved itself up to Chelsea’s tummy. It was gliding itself down to her slit. It was cupping her entire vagina. I wanted to stop but I had no control anymore. My conscious could not override my subconscious. Oh so gently, I caressed her lips. My little girl moaned onto my. " Should I kill him?" asks Myo. "He's not blood." I killed my cousin," the young son of the chief reminds her."You had every right. The asshole raped your mother. But the gods may not forgive your soul for any more killing of your blood." But my uncle," the youngster spat, "left him with my mother. The monster begetting a monster knew what would come of it. He might as well have raped her himself."Realization strikes the Magnificent One like a slap to the face, and fury replaces groveling. He. Ben’s Mom turned around, looking at me through the screen door, obviously startled by what she saw. No doubt she was wondering who this tattooed man was escorting her son- and old enough to be his father, no less!“Who’s your friend, Ben?” she asked, as Napoleon appeared beside her.“Guy Maddix,” Ben replied. “He’s Dad’s friend.”Recognizing me instantly, Napoleon jumped up and almost crashed right through the fucking screen door. He was as excited as a little boy on Christmas morning. I took my.