I held her there, my cock still buried inside her violated pussy, my hands holding her tits, my face against hers, my sweaty body against hers, for se...onds, then minutes. She felt suffocated, violated. She wanted out. She wanted him off. Please let him leave, she thought, sobs still shaking her body. When I finally pulled out she choked back her sobs, hoping I would let her get dresses and leave, now. She lays there face down on the floor limp as she feels my cock slide along her ass crack and. Another Interlude:I recall they day my son fell out of a tree. He was 6 years old. It was 1997.Our babysitter watched him, our daughter and a couple of other children.I was working at Merrill Lynch in Princeton, New Jersey, at the time. One of the managers came looking for me as there was a phone call for me.I never got phone calls at work. Surprised was my word that day.The babysitter was on the phone. We, my wife and I, had left the main numbers for each of us 'just in case'.She said that my. For two days, Eric walked. He worked his way north, past many farms. He was interested in all he saw. He finally came to his first little farm town. He had already settled on what his occupation would be. He was going to be a doctor.The ornamental band on his left wrist, was actually a very sophisticated diagnostic tool. His backpack was loaded with medications, and his combat car had an auto doc on board that could do anything short of return life to the dead.The SNARKS had gotten enough. Anita laughing tried the eggs and sausage, and Rachel getting into the spirit of things picked her own stack of pancakes and bacon. Fred rewarded her with his approval, and she smiled and blushed happily.Taylor ended up stealing some bacon from Fred and a sausage from Anita, although the latter put up a good defense of her food. It took a diversion of "hey, that baby looks like Freddy!" to free up the food. The two women growled at each other, forks at the ready for combat. Fred just looked.