"Bobby, wake up," I said firmly, closeto his ear.He turned his head, and in the dim moonlight, Icould see his eyes open."What are you doing here?" ...e asked. "You were having a nightmare," I said, "and youwere moaning. I came to see what I could do foryou." Do for me," he said. "I was dreaming about you,about your hand, about your tits, Esther." Do what? My tits?" "What you did with your hand. Yes, your tits." I knew he was half-asleep. I didn't want himmoaning anymore,. And smell the sexy sweat flowingin his neck and caress i all over his chest whichstands erect with 2 sexy niips hard, and then slidingto his six pack stomach which is a perfect place tofeel the 6 steps of sexy feels, then move to his curlyhair round tyhe cock which is wet by the sweat andbury my face in those curly hairs round his cock. andsmeeling and luv to get lost in that dark thik forest.and i finally get lost in that thick curly forest ofhrithik’s and get a sexy faint. and i’m woke up by. ? We watch girls sucking dicks. He asked me if I wanted to lick his for him but I said no! He puts his dick in my butt crack untill it gets little. Mamma said I can't lay with him anymore but I didn't like it anyway! How long have you been looking at my books? and do they make you horny? Darla does it make your little pussy wet to look at those cocksuckers? I like to watch them girls lick on them dicks. I was siting in the shop chair as she looked out the door acting a little uncomfortable.. There was only ever going to be one winner, and that was money. Money won everything.Edgar was filthy stinking rich. While the sheep had either stuck their heads in the sand or bleated about how sacrifices needed to be made without making any themselves, Edgar had made his own plans. Like all the other filthy stinking rich people he'd invested in a nice little pad somewhere high and dry with a big fucking fence, its own private army and enough supplies to see out half a century. And guns. Lots.