“Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” she tried to contain her moaning, but her high-pitched cries could still be heard quite loudly. She was losing it,...as was her brother. She wanted his cum. She wanted it inside her. She was an addict, needing her fix. His cum in her pussy was all that mattered. She slammed her crotch down on him over and over again, just as hard as he was driving his pole up into her. “Ohhhhhhhhhh…” she moaned, cumming again. Jeff groaned, driving his dick up into her and holding. Cindy sitting in the midst of a group of children, reading them a book. Was that at a school? Library? In another Danny was bent over some wood working project, amidst a cloud of sawdust being kicked up by an electric sander in his hands.Claire stepped back and viewed the multitude of documented memories as a whole. She thought back to her house. There were no pictures of her and John at all. She didn't even know if any existed. Were they packed away in a box somewhere? Or had they never been. Better we could say, she had fucked me…After enjoying a very nice sex time at the backyard, we both dressed up and went to the beach, to meet my mother there.I knew that my mother knew what had happened…She smiled at her younger sister and whispered in my ear that Auntie Paula would give some lessons about anal sex later…I really was having a strong desire to do anal. I had already fucked many girls, but none of them had let me try in their tight asses…The next night after dinner, my mom. Assuming that indicated it was locked earlier in the crisis, she pulled out her pry bar and made quick work of the flimsy lock, kicking the door open. No matter what happened, no one would ever attempt to use these facilities again, so there was no sense keeping them pristine. This room had no one in it, which she thanked the heavens for, but the private desk was covered in open books. Glancing at one she saw it was a medical text with various sections highlighted. She guessed the non-medically.