I moaned and gasped. I swayed and—“Isidora, yes!” a girl squealed. “Fuck me! Pound that girl-dick in me.”My stomach twisted. My futa-sister ...as fucking some slut. I shook my head and moaned, “Okay, okay, that's enough. I need to breathe, futas.” I shuddered, Teal's mouth popping off my nipple. “Whew, you futas are a sexy bunch. I'm about to swoon.”“Xochitl!” they all cheered around me, crying out my name. They looked so damned sexy. I could just eat them up.I had pussy juices when I showed up. Several small figures moved quietly to the gate and with a small flashlight began filling shoulder sacks with our produce. We confronted them, at the gate, my Glock in my hand. Eduardo chattered with them in Spanish and turned to me, “These are some children from the village. They have no food except what they get from us.”I said to him, “Order them to follow you to the house. I’ll be at the back to deal with stragglers or escapees.”These four were urchins, three boys and a girl. Their clothes. Most people ask you how a average guy like you got a girlfriend that is normally supposed to date other team captains or rich guys. Well, the answer is not as exciting as it could be. You grow up together in the same street. Since elementary school you care for each other. And then in middle school her parents got divorced.Jenny still blames herself about this. You on the other hand blame her mother, who is in your eyes nothing but a greedy bitch. Who left her husband and daughter and soon. I, too, will choose not to dwell on it too often, although sometimes I will speak of it because it impacts me as well.The human mechanism of death due to aging is well understood, that being the imperfect, incomplete replication of DNA within the human body's cells. The societal reasons for it are more complex.One theory holds that death is necessary for a society because otherwise those that become entrenched in power by the condition of getting there first would become virtually impossible to.