. want to die . . . ."That prey would fight on even when escape was no longer possible--this wasnews to Minnaloushe. She thought a bit, and then she r...membered something hermother had once said. Inspired by that recollection, she now took hold of hervictim's skirt and crinolines and thrust them back. Oh how the Girl screamed!Then she glued them in place, so they wouldn't get in the way. Next, she pulledthe Girl's panties down. The Girl screamed again; her whole body shook; andshe spurted more. Mom always wore full-cut knickers over her sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose; like it was part of her own dress code. The colour of her panties varied from day to day but they were always nylon or satin, always full-cut, and always worn over her sheer-to-the-waist-pantyhose. Mom's pantyhose were mostly flesh toned; varying from nearly-nude, to taupe, to suntan; rarely she would wear light grey hosiery to match a dark suit; but she never wore black or any other colours and she never wore patterned. We started right then by having wild sex and me shooting a load into her pussy that was the largest I can remember. She immediately got out of bed and I thought she was going to clean up but instead she put on her nurse’s uniform and left the house. She came back in about 15 minutes as though she just got home from work. I had gotten out of bed and was in the living room. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom where she made me lay on the bed. She stripped off my clothes and then began. ” it was barely a whisper and then I felt his tongue against my hairless mound. It only took a few minutes to realize that in the Pussy Eating department he was light years above Mr. Ross. I looked over at Lilly, with her brother’s head between my thighs and watched as she stood up and moved towards the bed. Trent never missed a beat as his sister laid next to me and began to feel on my tits and lick at my lips.“You’re such a little fucking slut aren’t you?” she asked with a wicked smile on her.