Amy stumbles over every root, shouting profanities and beating against his body. I take my violence and shock out on every inanimate object I can fin..., and by the time we see the glowing lights of the log vacation home my knuckles are a bloody pulp of torn skin and roaring nerves. I am crying. We both compose ourselves before knocking on the cabin door. I wipe the dirt off of my face and Amy rubs the tears away from his eyes. In my shock I am hoping that Jack and Renea, Amy's parents, will. ?N-no, please,? I mimicked in a high pitched whine. ?Shut the fuck up, kid,? I told him. ?You don’t fucking talk unless I tell you to, understand?? He didn’t reply, only glared at me. I drove my fist deep into his gut, knocking all the air out of him. His body convulsed and tears welled up in his eyes, as much from fear as pain. ?Oh,? I told him, leaning in close, ?we are going to have such fun, you and I.? Reaching behind his head, I undid the gag, and pulled the kid in close. I took the cigar. She followed my command now her back was on my side , I lifted her leg and put it on my shoulder and then put my saliva on my tool and placed and rubbed it on her wet cunt she started moaning and with one hard stroke my penis was inside her she shouted I will die please do slowly and pressed the wall with her hand , water was still flowing on our body and that made the situation hotter . I started stroking with slow pace and whole bathroom got filled with our fucking and moaning sounded aaahhh. Then Shannon climbed on and did the exact opposite, moving slowly and smoothly and kissing and caressing me and offering me her love -- and only displaying her urgency on the cusp of her orgasms. We went to sleep with my sword still sheathed in her after she'd accepted my third delivery of the evening, climaxing in the process.Friday morning at nine-thirty, we were there for the funeral and then on to the graveside service, Faye and Rachel and Nick in the limo behind the hearse, with Shannon.