That was probably one of her favourite aspects of the collapse, within reason she could just walk into any house, any old factory or apartment comple... and claim it hers for the night. Worst coming to worst she would be killed in her sleep, but she didn't have to fear someone calling the police on her and ending up in a jail cell somewhere.The old museum just opposite the Catholic church looked as good as any other place, plus no sane person had set foot into it even when it was still open. Now. He was trying to bang deep inside me. His huge balls were banging against my slit with a big thrust and producing a thudding sound. I felt my pussy getting soggier with every friction of his long, plump and chubby cock continuously rubbing and touching the right spots deep inside my pussy canal. I could hold no longer and pressed my ass cheek against his crotch. Daddy too pulled my thighs, pressing my buttocks against his cock and dug himself deep inside me. We were pumping hard and fast in. She digs her fingernails into me deeply making me buck and thrust harder and harder. The room is echoing with the sounds of our bodies violently colliding and her loud sexy moans. I can feel an orgasm flooding through her body but I can't stop. Feeling her hot cum rush around my cock drives me on.Pushing against my shoulders hard she lays me down, arching her back and digging her nails into my chest. Her hips gyrate on top of me. Her small, perfect breasts sway with her movements. My hands. But then he would slit her throat to confuse a semi-competent policesurgeon as to the cause of death. Finally he would eviscerate her, andat a whim remove one of her internal organs."You deserve this, bitch!" He thrust the knife into her.She laughed at him.He pulled the knife out. It was covered in blood, but the woman wasstill standing. He thrust it in again, intending the death blow, andagain she laughed, and did not fall.What was this? He thrust it in again, shouting "Die, you whore,.