Someone handed him a cup of coffee. Everyone else was sitting on picnic tables scattered in a rough semicircle. He looked for a spot without too many ...plinters, and sat down, gingerly. His butt was sore, his throat was chafed. The day had barely started. ‘This morning,’ the director was saying, ‘we will shoot two episodes. The first will feature Tom and Brian. The second will feature Tom, Karina, and Brenda.’ He nodded to the girl who had ridden in on the back of Brian’s motorcycle. Girl. My baby… I couldn’t protect you…’ The witch was sobbing now, leaning against her daughter’s back, wracked with heaving breaths. Celina tried to console her, and Pierre could see the glistening tears as they slid off the demon’s pale alabaster cheeks. ‘Hush, mama, hush! They didn’t, I swear! He… he only put his f-fingers in me…’ She took a quick glance at Pierre before her whole body was consumed with a deep rosy flush. He couldn’t believe his ears. The demon actually claimed to be a virgin? ‘It. Nearly as much as I am!” John’s voice brought our family discussion to an end, Tony finished his beer and stood up idly pulling at his cock, helping it back to a full erection, “ Right guys let’s take it from the tit-fuck, then it’s onto the bed OK?” We nodded agreement as I dropped back to my knees cupping them for Tony’s still hardening cock, he moved it in and out fucking them as if we had never had the break, “ On the bed you horny, fucking bitch,” Even swear words had a poetic sound as. I would go by their house all the time and hang out even if nobody was home. It was just that kind of place. This went on for a couple of years. Then she brought home a guy to live with them. He seemed like a loser. But he was nice. So I had to be a little more careful when I was looking for stuff. So one day I got to Brent's house. Knocked... Nobody home. So I go in like I normally do. I yelled for Mike(The loser boyfriend). No response. So it was snooping time. Straight to the hamper..