Let me start from the beginning to make things easier to understand. I was nineteen years old, young and naive and shielded from the world. Mum, bles... her, was prim and proper, always dressed extremely modest. I don’t think I ever saw her in a bikini. She was a great mother, but she always seemed to be one of those stiff types of people. Dad is a doctor, also a very uptight person. He was always dressed immaculately in a three-piece suit. Don’t get me wrong, my childhood wasn’t bad, I was. The perfect date. A man with aperfect body. And he was certainly no slouch in bed either! Every movehe made had been practiced, planned, perfected. And that was where heronly problem was. Even now, in the light of day, after a night to thinkon it and relive it all - fondly, the one thing that she didn't like wasthat it had all seemed too... artificial. She had the feeling that heused the same moves he made with every other woman. The sex had beengreat, but it still lacked... intimacy. . " She grinned.I said, "Good. Get them all. Rob and Pete need to be fucked and I don't think any guy but Frank is really interested in doing them."She giggled, "Jeff will do them. He doesn't care if an ass or mouth is male or female. It's a place for his cock." She left to return moments later with three strap-on cocks and harnesses.I had talked with Gretchen and knew some of the things the father and son duo and her sister in﷓law had done to her and Becky. I went to Tom and Jeff and told them. After that she screamed and passed out, her spirit broken, and her body bleeding beyond repair as she would never be able to take anything else inside of her, and the lower part of her body was broken because she couldn’t even move let alone stand. He decided to just let her die as he was done having his fun. He grabbed her by the throat and wrenched her head around to the side, breaking her neck. It was a quick death, and he had had his fun with this small human. He left her body on the.