I hear him yell something, a whoosh of air, and blinding pain concusses on my right arm near the shoulder. It feels more like a stab than a strike, an... it carries me over onto my stomach. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I’m going to die right here. I just know I am. Now she’s yelling, too. Begging him to stop. I’m trying to get up. This isn’t my fault, goddamn it. I tried… His boot swings up into my guts. At least he’s not using the bat. Whatever air I had left is gone and I’m back on my side. I fold up,. She desperately yearned for a chance to play out that scenario. She had not even had a chance to draw up her shorts and panties before she had begun her deadly plunge. She prayed that her lower garments of attire were still wrapped around her ankles. As it was she remained naked from the waist downwards, her bare perfectly curved bum cheeks pointed at the jungle canopy, her shaved pussy slit exposed between her creamy thighs and more than free of hindrance should she choose to pee…She still. " she says as she spreads her legs out a little more and slides her hand up under her skirt. "Does this help any? she asked as she traced the outside of her thong. "Yah, but it's so dark in here I can hardly see what I'm looking at" I reply. With that, she stood up, walks around the back of my desk and sits on the edge right in front of me. "There, does that make it easier to see?" I can not only see her thong now, but the wet spot that is forming too. I can smell her scent, and she is. Many people joked the two of them actually seemed like a couple and that was one of the deciding factors in what occurred on their eighteenth birthday. The day they became much closer as brother and sister. The day of their eighteenth birthday their parents gave them a hundred dollars each and told them to go enjoy themselves, knowing full well it would keep them out most of the night and give Domenic and Angel some time alone. They decided they’d go out to the movies and then hit an all you.