Leslie grunted and gasped, pushing her gooey, steamy sex package back and I slammed her back hard and soon we were fucking like animals, grunting and ...oaning, I leaned down licking and biting Leslie’s tits and neck, wrapping my fingers through her thick hair. When I pulled her hair hard, as we fucked, she came, just like her mother, squealing sharply.I let go of her hair and I stood up on my knees, my dick still all the way up her soaking pussy. I looked down at her and smiled as I softly. "Phoebe, there are some things that you need to know. When I promised you yesterday that you would never have to go back to your aunt and uncle, did you believe me?" No," she admitted. "I wanted it to be true but I knew you were just saying it to make me feel better, and that you really couldn't promise." If you hadn't told me all that stuff first, you would be right. But when I heard what you had been through I knew it was a safe promise. Phoebe, there is no easy way to say this and I'm very. But I know this town's pretty limited and, face it, kind of bleak, but I love it here. I can't predict if you'll share my opinion when you get older and become fearsome like I know you will. I left a stack of letters. Read them. Joe Solomon's a good man. A bit of a slave to ambition, but nevertheless a good soul. He's a true mensche. He's even Jewish. If this town gets to be too much, contact him. He'll be easy to find due to his unfortunate ambition. He leads a band called the Sin Drones and. I grinned and took her other hand, pushing the back of her arm and hand to the trunk of the tree, taking out another knife which I had grabbed just incase I needed it. I slammed this one into her hand as well, her now pinned against the tree in a screaming bloody mess, but still plenty alive, which this was a big problem for me. After a few moments of thought, and making sure I was turned slightly to the side so she couldn't try to get off a cheap kick to my crotch, I concluding the.