.” she sneered as she slammed her dick harder into Emma's helpless pussy. “Maybe it's because those lovely little nanites aren't just making you f...el good. They're binding your DNA with mine, binding you to me, at the cellular level. Making you mine! You ARE mine now, Emma. I own you Bitch! Fom the inside out!”Emma begins to struggle mightily exerting one final heroic effort. She starts to bypass the circuitry jamming her collar and Storm feels her beginning to slip into her mind. Emma's face. He loved his sister’s blowjobs because here he got to see her at her most primal and sluttiest form, on her knees frantically frigging her own cunt with an audible slipping sound as she thrusted in and out of her soaked lips whilst throating her brother’s cock. This was the side of his sister that belonged only to him.As much as he loved his sisters oral skills he wanted more, many was the time where passion had overthrown the pair and the they had been forced into a rushed and frantic oral. She gazed down at his bound and spread eagle form, relishing themoment of conquest. "Look at you... A proper mare ready to be bred. AndI have just the cock to do it! Sadly, for you, there's no lube for salein this backwater shithole."She shoved the fat head of her cock into his silky starfish and rammedit home."AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! AAAAGGGGFFFFHHHHHHHH!!!"Pre-cum poured from her tip, providing at least some mild form oflubrication as inch after inch of her humongous cum pipe tunneled intohis. Or maybe they figured it out up in Memphis and came on out this way." Dad put a glass of milk in front of me, and a plate for himself at the other end of the table, facing me. He waited a second or two, and I bowed my head.After the prayer, he said, "I know I'd think there was only one Hattie Jo in the whole country, much less Arkansas. Whatever, they did, they came on out to Crooked Creek, to their own peril."No other mobsters bothered to visit our town again. As a result of his heroism in.