That he was responsible for them. This resolution was relatively new to Jason - it was the culmination of the events and realisations of the last week...- but he could recognise that it had been building unseen beneath the surface of his psyche for a while now.They were his.Jason reached out and deftly plucked the Ring from his mother’s upturned hand. When she blinked and started to come back to herself he turned to his aunt and took her Ring as well. Pausing just long enough to see that Sarah. She looked at me, our eyes met, and she grinned broadly.We passed the old fort, then cleared Landguard Point and bore away on a run toward the Roughs Tower, a second world war fortification about nine miles off-shore. It’s visible on the horizon from the cliffs on a clear day. Some years ago someone bought it and declared it an independent state, printed his own money and stamps and called himself ‘King of Sealand’ since which the place has accommodated an internet company – or something – I. I showed her the downstairs toilet and followed her up the stair, OMG what a lovely sight as her skirt rode up and I got the perfect view of her little white thong and bare cheeks, Mmm.I showed her the bathroom and bedrooms and she happily took notes and took a few pictures, some with me posing and one of me laying on my bed, all very tasteful.We went back to the lounge and Nikki sat back in the chair making notes and checking the pics she had already taken and as she sat she gave a nice peek. That thing. Inside me. Fucking me.Slowly.To death.So fucking wet.So fucking excited.So... I'm so fucking tired.I don't want to sleep...I don't want to die... yet...I want to be fucked by that thing.I want to hurt...I...I...Part 19 – The GuyFuck, a list of notifications staring back at me on the front screen of my mobile phone …“Heart rate falling …”“Heart rate falling …”“Heart rate low …”“Heart rate at dangerous level …”“Warning – Heart rate reaching fatal levels …”That last warning appeared as.