"I've got to go Mr. Scouries," he'd argued with a young man's uncomplicated view of the world, "Somebody's got to defend us Sir, we can't just let the...m insult us, bomb us, kill us."And now he's dead, I thought sadly, the final tragedy in a year of sadness for the Scouries family.In February, my wife of twenty-two years had been diagnosed with a brain tumor, a forty-eight year old woman struck brutally before her time. 'If only we had caught it earlier' her Doctor told me, 'then maybe we could. ‘Nope, im an adult, she’ll just have to understand but she will get mad if I miss the boat.’ Amber laughed. ‘We have to be on a plane from the last island’ Amber said. ‘We do too, were going to the Italian auto show. I begged my dad to get us tickets!’ Danny said. ‘No way! Danny are you for real?’ Amber asked turning her head to see the look on his face. ‘Yea, why?’ Danny asked. ‘That’s where were going too! My brother wants an Italian sports car for his birthday in December and my sister and. She then forced a large amount of air out through her nose. That blast of nasal air expelled a few globs of thick semen from her nostrils.“I-I thought you said you were gonna pull off my cock before I came, Tempe,” I whispered as I watched her blow her nose another time. “I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t hold back any longer!”Tempe looked up at me with effortful tears in her eyes and said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t swallow all your stuff. I tried, but those rapid second and third blasts forced some. “A wet, yummy pussy just begging for her brother to eat her.”Clint buried his face between my thighs. I gasped at the feel of his whiskers scratching at my silky, inner thighs. Then his tongue lapped through my labia. His tongue fluttered through my pussy, stimulating my naughty bits. He brushed my clit, making me gasp.My moans echoed down the hallway. The locker groaned behind me as I shuddered against him. His hands stroked my thighs, calloused and rough. They felt so naughty on me. I loved.