I cried myself to sleep, but at least I slept that night. The rest of the week I was pretty much a zombie. I sat and stared at my tablet during the da..., but couldn't seem to write anything. I lay and stared at the ceiling during the night, but couldn't find sleep. I stopped bathing; I stopped changing clothes; I stopped cooking and cleaning.Sometime Saturday afternoon I told myself I needed to get myself together. Ron would be here, and I didn't want him to see me like this. I started wandering. Cheryl was so far gone she didn’t identify them as deviants who deserved it like Joanna did. To her they were just guys and like all the others. I had enough sense to know it was her crazy frustrated them, and made them angry. ?What are we gonna do Jo Jo?? She looked at Joanna expectantly.?We hunt a different animal?? Joanna moved the screen back and clicked on a death fetish forum. Strangling was out, but males were sick and there were plenty of diseases to find. ?How does necrophilia. I talked to them several times a week but didn't tell them anything about my change. I deliberately walked passed them a few feet then stood right behind them. They kept looking and looking. Finally I cut them a little slack."Is this the way you treat your daughter after being gone three months," I joked. They turned in amazement. They didn't see a scrawny little girl with thick glasses, acne all over her face, crooked teeth, awful looking hair, in plain clothes. They were looking at a. I wanted to join the siblings in the worst possible way as thoughts of Kay played in the recesses of my mind.Though there was something decidedly kinky about this, I wanted them to do it; to fuck so I could watch. I mean, he’s her brother for God’s sake, but I couldn’t help it and was rubbing my cock through my trousers! With each stroke his thumbs worked lower and lower until they dipped between his sister’s legs and finally he pulled her thighs apart, splaying her legs, exposing her bare,.