' She said after hearing the full story.'Poor John!' we both said almost simultaneously before laughing at our timing.After a few minutes of mundane c...nversation I asked her what was the cause of her obvious anxiety. She tried to pretend that nothing was up but I gradually drew her story from her.Her boyfriend had regularly beaten her and earlier that day she'd finally had enough and walked out. She knew that he would try to find her and force her back home, as he'd done each other time she'd. He was then dropped off at Ella's house. It wasn't long after Lucas arrived when her phone went off again so she went to go check her phone it was the butchers saying your number has been called your collection time is Saturday at 6 am if your still asleep at this time we will drag you out the house. Over the next few days please stuff yourselves with human meat so your fat this is so we can get the most meat out of you. On Thursday and Friday, Lucas and Ella stuffed themselves with the human. Dress. Under my jeans I had on the cutest pair of black silk long petti-pants with lace trim around the ankles (there are photos of me wearing them in a few of my many photo galleries that are posted) looking through the racks at skirts in the JC Penny store i felt wetness and realized I was going to pee (most times I can force hold it till I get to a lady's room or outside in a safe place). I tried to hold it but I started to drip my panties were soaked as it went from a drip to a flow. It. Kimberly loved all of it, as her mother’s fingers flew in and out of her tight, shaved pussy, her green eyes narrowed and her breathing became shallow and labored. It was easy to tell that Kimberly was having a series of small climaxes and it spurred her mother on to even more frantic actions. Christine was almost fucking her daughter like a madwoman know, her long red hair flying about, her body glistening with perspiration. Only the screams of a huge, long-overdue orgasm on Kimberly’s part.