Creak-creak-creak-creak!“Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh my God, fuck me!”Whatever concerns his mother might have had, they were misplaced. Julie’s ninetee...-year-old son seemed to be having no problem at all fucking my twenty-year-old daughter. However inexperienced he might once have been, that was clearly a thing of the past.Jack clearly knew what he was doing. And he was doing it to Izzy right now in the room right alongside me.As I had seen on video with my own eyes, Izzy could be energetic and. "You were always running into my room, wanting to talk about this or that. Sometimes I wasn't ... completely dressed," she blushed."Aaron would go into your room when you were naked, Jenna?" My Mom asked with amazement in her voice."No, Mom. Never naked, but close. A couple of times I only had panties on ... I was so little that I hadn't gotten these nice boobies yet." She gave them a shake, which got my attention."How old was Aaron when he stopped doing that, Jenna?" Who said he ever stopped. The sheer numbers of the prisoners was amazing,even to Satan, and he felt it had to sting his visitor to see so manyformer humans chained and whipped.After the parade, it had become custom for the princes of Hell to cometo the throne with the latest news from Earth. That was especiallysatisfying to Satan, as things only got better for him with each year.But this year, something was off. After a selection of the dukes andprinces of Hell had done their bits, a very lowly demon was more or. A white paintedsilo stood next to a small pond. Probably for storinggrain, she had thought. The other building might havebeen white once, but so much paint had fallen off, itwas hard to tell. A six-year-old child, judging by thecondition of it, had put a paddock together. The gatethat hung on only its bottom hinge stood open. The old looking horse ignored the chance of freedom andpossibly stayed out of habit more than anything else.The stables that almost inevitably lead on to thepaddock were.