You scream and convulse, I feel your ass tighten around the three fingers I've wriggled into your perfectly formed ass. You convulsions make you neigh...or cum as well, you didn't know this but she squirts. And she squirts all over your chest. She pushes you down and mounts your face. She hasn't finished he orgasm yet and her juices begin to projectile into your mouth and nose. You start to cough so she gets up but I push her back down. "She loves being smothered" I tell her. She smiles and gives. He sat and gently explained to Martin that the accident could have been far worse, a lot of people could have been seriously hurt. Only one broken leg, and one fatality. Martin knew immediately where his sense of loss was coming from. He lay in shock, then he cried softly to himself for an hour.His family came up; they had the funeral. People said she was a saint, perfect in every way. He stood up, bravely, in the funeral and, voice cracking, said that no, she wasn’t a saint. She was crap at. ‘Good, I can barely stand up’ George replied, feeling just as tired physically as his brother.‘Luckily we won’t need to stand up to finish the job, right George!’ Fred laughed, just as Pansy Parkinson stumbled through the door looking both confused and disgusted at what she saw. Fred and George hadn’t even robed themselves following their photo shoot with Angelina and both of their slightly softening cocks were completely visible.‘What the fuck is this perverts?’ Pansy screamed, looking down. I knew not to try drinking from it as I could hear the glass rolling around inside. Luckily I had a dime and could buy a milk carton at lunch time.Everything was new. Our house was new. The development was still being built. I recall some early explorations in the homes being built down further from our street.We would wander through when the workers had gone for the day. There were no protective fences to keep us out. Our battles and discoveries in far off lands took place in the shells of new.