The woman whom my dad must have fucked like crazy to conceive me. The woman who gave birth to me. The woman who breastfed lucky me. The woman who took...care of me since I was a kid until I was a full-grown man.And I was giving it back now. I was going to fuck her harder than my father. So hard she will forget she ever enjoyed her wet pussy being fucked this nicely before. I would play with her boobs, grab them, press them so hard that they turn red and grow triple the size. I was going to fuck. That said, dear gentle, intelligent reader, I assume you have perused the codes otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this. Now I’m sure you wouldn’t quarrel with the idea that imagination is free. A young, fresh, hot, big-titted, moronic cunt fervently seeking its own, appallingly painful, debauched and degraded immolation appeals to you? Please join me in wallowing in this disgusting filth – and certainly I hope it is disgusting filth. Additionally I want to repeat what should be obvious to. The sentence was worded to mean one thing: the electric chair. After sentencing, Laura was remanded to our custody to await the outcome of her appeal. After 6 months, the appeal process was completed: she was turned down. Her time had come. The consensus was there had been enough dilly-dally over the death penalty, Laura was guilty, she was a habitual offender and while her execution would not deter others, it would certainly deter her own habitual behavior. She should have paid this price. As she did so, Amy’s hands rubbed her back and caressed her head in approval. Sara next traced her tongue down Amy’s abs, to her pussy. With Amy’s hands rubbing the back of Sara’s head, Sara begin to satisfy Amy.Amy smiled and closed her eyes, moaning gently and rocking her head left and right as it lay on the shower floor. After a few seconds, Amy gently lifted Sara’s head and they made eye contact.“Let’s make this a mutual exchange… it’s been so long since I’ve tasted you…,” Amy throatily.