“Just a barista. Nobody, really.” “And what are you planning to do with this barista when you’re done with her?” she asked. He shrugged....“Drive her out into the desert like the others. I already dug a hole.” Jean sighed. “Christ, now it smells like pussy in here. Don’t you ever get enough of these young bimbos? I mean, you can’t just keep killing college girls and expect the cops not to find you.” “So what do you want me to do? You want me to let her go?” “Obviously you can’t do. She just turned my face and bent down and kissed me. Well I grabbed both her boobs. She groaned at the hard squeeze I gave but it was so erotic. We pulled apart she said wait till the boy comes I will send him off then will lock the door from inside and then we can be free and enjoy. I smiled and mean while she made me complete the eye test.Then the boy came and he was clattering around the office and finally she said u can come now for the check up. The boy came and gave the keys and left.. The easiest route is probably separation and impending divorce immediately after birth and then a terrible accident shortly thereafter. Breeder wives must die too once they've fulfilled their purpose. I'll get my boy a nanny, my kind of nanny, and I know he'll be okay, and I'll teach him everything I know.I also intend to seek help, a few friends of like mind to have fun with while we play with cunts. I envision parties where we make sure the cunts are well fucked, and well filled with many. Then, he focused hisattention on her nipples as he gently spun them between his fingers. Asharp bolt shot through her, and a sudden realization that, 'Shit! I canreally feel that. It's like they're my real breasts!" and as she did,she again began to become lost in that other person. She spun aroundquickly, wrapped her arms up around his neck, and kissed him hard whileher tongue sunk deep into his mouth. He was taken a little by surprise,but quickly got into the spirit of things. She broke off.