Abigail knew herself guilty of causing the death of Constance. She knelt in the dirt and prayed to God that He would accept her back into His arms. Bu... day after day, year after year, He did not reply.Abigail’s life became more and more austere as she abandoned nearly everything but her prayers. The villagers began to bring food and leave it in baskets at her door, for she had ceased caring for herself.All of the villagers were haunted by the silent tree on the hill. Every day, the script burnt. I looked at her with intense curiosity. “Yeah, we did it,” she said. “He fucks like a machine. And he doesn’t mind if you’re there to watch, so I invited him over.” Once in the workout room Kenny was actually the one who made the first move, although my girlfriend certainly made it easy for him to approach by positioning herself on her back on a work- out bench while he stood over her. “He just stared down at me, looking at my body until he finally got. She gasped loudly with excitement, massaging her pussy in an ever-increasing rhythm."Ohhh," she shouted straight into Billy's face. He just smiled, taking another sip of beer."Well, is she gonna come?" the bartender said.Then, suddenly, Billy stood in front of Sara again. Without warning, he brutally forced two fingers up into her pussy. She screamed loudly. Billy grabbed her firmly with his other arm and started finger-fucking her. Rhythmically, his two fingers slid in and out of her slippery. Again I adjusted my shirt. Leave it how I put it, or dont wear it was all daddy said over his newspaper. I immediately adjusted it back to how I thought he had it, before continuing with my breakfast. After Daddy put his paper down, he got up, and went into the kitchen. When he stood up, I saw that although he had boxers on, his penis was hanging out of his fly, and was semi-hard. I figured that it was due to him pinching my nipples and continued to eat my cereal. Daddy came back to the table.