At times Ishkoisi would run to her grandmother, other times she'd stay and yell at the mean girls. Every time she would cry. She wanted to hit them, t... fight like her mother had—a woman warrior, Red Girl they called her, Hommatek—but Ishkoisi's grandmother had taught her the way of peace. She obeyed, but her very nature begged for action.Eventually they matured, Ishkoisi and the girls, and they became friends. Ishkoisi had become well known for her kindness, joining her grandmother in her. He didn’t say much of course; but when I held his hand, his frail voice pleaded, “Look after things at home for me Bradley, will you do that dear boy?”With tears in my eyes I promised him that I would; and Linda buried her head on my shoulder and wept.I abandoned any idea of returning to my university; informing them of my impending hiatus.I took over Robert’s 4x4 and used his credit card at the big department store; fixing my self up with some fresh outfits that befit a young man with family. On catlike feet I tip toed down the hall. I turned quickly into the bathroom and closed the door. The hamper would hold my prize.I opened the hamper. There they were on top. The cum soaked towel she had held between her legs and the wet towel she had washed with. The wet towel barely held the scent I wanted it. But the dry towel took me to nirvana. It was still damp with mom's and dad's sex juice. I took it to my nose and inhaled deeply. The pungent aroma of mom's pussy and dad's seed filled my. I switch positions so that I am kneeling on all fours on the bed, reach back and push the plug into my ass. It slides in easier this way, but it still hurts. I am thinking about being in this position when you are r****g me with your strap-on. I feel like a whore. I count to three and with a loud moan I push the plug all the way inside my ass. As soon as it is in, a fresh string a pre-cum drips from your cock and falls on to the bed. Knowing I will be punished for dirtying the sheets, I.