Doug was dealing with the loss of his parents and I was going to try to help as much as I could. He'd gone through the shock of finding out his parent... were gone. Denial had run its course along with pain and guilt. Being without parents or siblings and then having the business snatched away had brought out feelings of anger and "why me?"He was now just lonely and depressed. We spent a lot of time driving and I would talk about his parents and memories that I had with them. He would tell me. I then led you over to the bed you still on your knees and bent over it allowing you to take your massive erection and ram it right up my soaking wet pussy, I wanted it to hurt just a little I wanted to feel the full force of your cock deep inside me, my pussy swallowing it in all its entirety.I then instructed you to bend over the bed and wait for me eyes buried in the sheets, I then went over to another set of drawers and took out an extremely large frulecent pink strap-on and fixed it in. " I put my hands to the cut in his belly and expanded it. I took the paper and the dead assassin's prick and balls and shoved all that in his belly. His guts spilled out to make room. He gurgled painfully. I stomped on each elbow and knee breaking them. I retrieved my knife and Ula's from holding him and moved away from him. I wiped them on a bolt of cloth. I gave Ula hers back and sheathed mine. We walked into Kell's stall.He said, "I think it's over."We nodded. I said, "We must return to the. It sounds like a loud one. I know most people would absolutely hate living so close to a train track, but I have all my life. I’m used to it, I even find them soothing. Hell, it’s fucking loud, and heavy. I feel my bed shaking slightly. I can’t help but giggle, the idea of one of those coin-op vibrating beds spring to mind. Even with the loudness of the train, the crickets seem to fight to be louder. Chirping away, minding their own business, doing their own thing, singing the song of.