‘Oh, nothing…’ She said casually. Her tone, as well as her smirk, told me that she knew that was not true. I sighed and kept driving. I still h...d those butterflies in my stomach at times. This was a swarm of those so called butterflies. Her hands eased lower, down past my stomach and onto my crotch. I knew she felt my erection. She just had to. The bulge was just popping out of my jeans practically. She brushed over the bulge a few times. I was surprised no one looked into the car and noticed. ”“And I like what I’ve seen!” Shari giggled, grabbing for her brother’s cock.“If you want to wait until tomorrow,” Janet said, “you can still take it up the ass, Shari.”Shari’s eyes went wide.“Aw. Mother, I can’t do that. I already think Barry’s cock is gonna hurt my cunt.”“You saw me do it,” Janet replied, “if I can, you can. An asshole will stretch just like a girl’s cunt, you know. A cock is never too big. At least, I don’t think so.”Shari eyed her brother’s cock as if seeing it for the. .. the quivering male having his mind taken swiftly from the pulsing pain of his glowering weals as the sneering Executrix slapped his face hard, several times, his cock wagging erect with the pleasure of being humiliated further, as the crowd of women voiced their raucous approval of the spiteful act.“There! Now you’ve felt the hand of the woman who’ll hang you ... and God knows I’ve seen just how much you warrant every last moment of the slow and lingering death I’ll award you!” Her vicious. Yet, even after she experienced disappointments in her life, and I admit that I was her biggest disappointment, she never once faltered in her spirit to abuse the spirits. She fed me when I was hungry and comforted me when I was sad. She always found the strength to understand my consternation and to say the right words at the right time. When, true to character, I always said the wrong words at the wrong time. She was strong in her religion when I prayed to no God. She was strong in her act of.