So thin. So helpless. And she must have led such a sad life. Fucking for a living. And a living that had been a dank hole in the ground, in a Kingdom ...here her very blindness was as good as a death sentence. Whose situation was worse? Sharon who'd had at least some good times in the smoky night-clubs and damp car parks of home? And even had the best fucks of her life not so many days ago? Or Sweetness who'd known nothing but misery and despair ever since her sightless emergence into the world?. Gone where? It was her house. She had to be somewhere so I got up and started looking for her. I heard the shower running and went into the bathroom. I entered the shower just as she was washing her hair. Shampoo was everywhere, running down her back and her great ass.I closed the door and put my hands around her body as I pressed my erection into her ass. Then I grabbed her breasts.She cried out, “What are you doing?”I just continued to hold her very soft breasts in my hands. Then I started. She felt it hit home and softly enter deep inside hearing only a muffled gurgle as the blood jumped into the hunter's throat to strangle off his cry. He flipped over like a fish caught up by a gaff and his violent movement soon settled into a fetal pose of final rest and absolute quiet.Running Eagle was awake now and she darted to the front to stick her spear into the hunter's already dead body just to be on the safe side.They took his rifle and his small pistol along with some belts of ammo.. ” She stands up and looks into my eyes as if she is pleading for forgiveness. As if she expects me to be angry with her for not being able to swallow all my cum. I’m amused, but I try to keep a straight face. “That’s OK.” My eyes are distracted by the white cum on her top. She looks down. “You better wipe that off before it stains.” I get the tissues from my bedside table to wipe up the mess from Jo’s sputtering cough. “Sorry. I’m really sorry.” I am amused at how apologetic she is.