This very street. Near the driveway that leads up to Fergus Riordan’s House. I can’t believe it. I need to savor it. This moment of reckoning… G...ey rays of pale moonlight filtered through the trees that were being battered and blown in the fierce wind. A storm. But I felt none of it. I felt as if I’m floating in a breezeless street. Calm. Focused. And weightless. “Come with me”, said the reaper standing next to me. His voice was calm and crisp, as if there was no whistling wind, no thunderous. So this thing would swing back and forth. So as I remove it I see there's a one inch hole. So I look in and see it goes right into the guests bathroom. We haver forced hot air and the hole came through the back of that resister and someone had painted it black so nobody could see you. I laughed it off as who is going to look at their k**s.almost a year goes by and my wife's younger sister comes to stay. She's 22 5' nothing and pretty as hell. We had three k**s and was nice to have her around as. " The room burst into laughter. Wellthat's when the fight started. Everyone else backed away and it was just meand Greg. I saw it straight away his face was tight filled with fear, inthat moment he realised he had bitten off more than he could chew. There wasno more talk, no name calling or pushing and prodding, I flew into him and Ibusted him up pretty bad. No one tried to stop the fight. I guess they wereall hoping I would get my just deserts, but I beat him to a pulp. Maybe Idressed like a. Punish my whore of a daughter, my mum said, as my naked limp body was being punished more, this time the stinging made me piss myself, it pouring from my sloppy hole and mixing with the cum. This caused more laughter, and they shouted out look, the cunts pissed herself. The whipping finely stopped and I was left lying there, my tits, ass, and my cunt stinging and red, but not for long. I felt hands pulling my legs up and apart and I groaned as I felt a wine bottle pushed wide end into my sloppy.