Es war Mist. Der Dozent hatte recht. Keine Authentizität, keine Wahrheit, keine Emotion. Ihr Leben war zu geschützt, zu geborgen. Sie war in einer B...ase der Unberührtheit gefangen, eine Prinzessin in Wolkenkuckucksheim, die versuchte, über etwas zu schreiben, das sie gar nicht kannte.Wütend biss sie ins Kissen, wand sich im Bett herum. Wo konnte sie nur Authentizität finden? Wo? Das konnte doch nicht so schwer sein. Plötzlich hörte sie ein Wimmern durch die Wände, ein Hecheln und Winseln. Die. You know, his bad back and all." Yes, I know. Is that still bothering him? I hadn't heard." Sure is. But anyway, what is going on this weekend?" Well, tomorrow night is the rehearsal dinner, the wedding is on Saturday and Saturday afternoon is the big party here at the hotel. That is going to be the big reception since our wedding chapel is so small. While I'm doing all of this wedding stuff, the maitre d here at the hotel has tickets to all of the events this weekend including the Royals and. I grinned and winked at my Mommy-slave. With my cock dripping in Sara's pussy cream, I boldly brought it to Tara's butt-crack. I slid in, savoring the silky texture. Tara didn't even lift her head as she moaned, “Do it, Jenny!” “Ooh, anal's hot!” groaned Sara as she shuddered on the floor, a recipient of one of Allie's amazing pussy-eating jobs. I found Tara's asshole. I shuddered at the incestuous thrill rippling through me. Then I pressed forward, staring into Mom's blue eyes. They sparkled. Three years old. The single most beautiful thing in my life. Taken from me. The day he was born was amazing. I saw him emerge from his mother, sure, I have excessive strength, my speed is unmatched, but this was truly amazing. A life, born in front of me. Nothing could ever match that. Ever. His shock of brown hair was now limp, lifeless, his eyes closed, his lips a blue haze… I stood there, transfixed, not crying, I was beyond crying at that point. I was emotionally dead. I wondered if I’d.