It was one of his favorite things to sit at the table in the morning as his mom put together breakfast and his dad read the paper. His mom still belie...ed in the traditional breakfast. Nothing from a microwave, no toaster pastries for the family unless it was one of the weekends were mom and dad ‘slept in’. He enjoyed the smell of the coffee even though he could not stand the taste. Until it quit working his mom insisted on the using the old stove top coffee pot her parent had used. There was. The commented on her, loudly saying 'good cunt, look at her.... she loves this the slut.... fucking pig, that's what she is a fucking pig whore...' The words caused Lilli's eyes to squeeze shut, cumming again just from listening to the people talk about her like this, casually, kindly, but true. Her cunt suddenly empty as the fist was pulled out, Lilli was flipped over on her back. Her head now pulled up as women pushed the men away, squatting over Lilli's mouth, grinding their own slippery. If they did, Im pretty sure my dead serial killer would turn his nose up at the smell of goat hair and sweat that clung to my skin. I wasted no time in slitting the goats throat, picking up the bowl and catching it full of the thick fluid. The pungent metallic aroma filled the still circle as I walked around, tipping the blood and other ingredients out onto the ground as I traced the outline of the salt. Finished, I tossed the bowl to the side and dipped back onto my duffle bag to pull out the. The anticipation of him touching me seemed to take forever and when he did I felt head of his cock touch my lips and then push up inside of me causing me to take a deep breath. Quickly he was moving inside of me with deep hard rhythm and I was feeling the pleasure of him inside of me making my breathe harder as he began to slap now against my cheeks. I was thoroughly enjoying myself now and excited of what was to happen in my bed later as I turned my head and I could see through the shower door.