I have some other ideas, so if this story runs its course or never gets off the ground, I might try something else out. Also, it should be noted here ...hat while I do enjoy happy and peaceful resolutions, this tale will most likely not have a "good" ending for the protagonist ("good" in terms of the protagonist's own initial perceptions). This is by no means a certainty and is dependent on whether I or other approved contributors choose to add alternate paths within the story, so please bear. After I had him cleaned out, with damned little to show for it, I removed his clothes and threw his body out into the woods.A couple of the men from on back came up then to see what was going on. I explained about unloading the pepperboxes and about what Tom tried. I even showed them the burn mark the cap made on my shirt and then told them what I did."It was the only thing you could do. When a man loses his mind like that and tries to kill his own child the whole world is better off without. “Try to keep my nipples hard as long as possible,” she urged.Dan’s hand then moved to her left tit. “If your hand can do it, keep stroking my cock until I cum.”“Okay,” she whispered.Abby continued stroking Dan’s cock like a steady piston. The pause had allowed some cock juice to seep out, and Abby used it to lubricate his long shaft. Her hand became a pussy as she increased her pace. This time, Abby’s hand motion was more pronounced under the blanket, making it begin to slide off Dan’s. She hadn't bothered to put any panties on, figuring she'd just have to take them off again, and her naked cunt steamed in the cool mountain air. Reaching down with both hands, she began to fondle her cuntlips and clit and to slip two fingers up inside her slippery cuntgash.Her ass and hips jerked on the stony perch and she moaned softly at her own caress and from out of her horny groins and the fragrance of her hot pussy which drifted across the clearing and into the trees... And to the.