I told her I was an American soldier, a Continental."These were beasts, animals," she said, gesturing at the bodies. "They killed John for no reason a...nd let that boy, that bastard, have at me for sport." He won't hurt anybody else," I said as I helped her to her feet and handed her the coat of the man she had killed. She struggled into it, covering a fine pair of breasts pushed up by her tightly laced whalebone corset."Now what?" she asked, putting a shaking hand on my arm and taking a deep. “My balls have been aching for you. You should finish what you started.” As he spoke he leaned forward and I felt his hardness, still sheathed by his running shorts, press against my ass. I slipped my body around so we were facing each other, our cocks now straining against each other. A look was all it took before he leaned forward that crucial inch or so and crushed my lips with his own. With a heady abandon, I kissed back, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, feeling his stubble scratch. I felt the prongs of a pair of pliers grab hold of my left labia. Aree pulled it outward, which was very uncomfortable in itself but it also pulled open the wound of my recently removed clitoris, causing me even more irritation. Monik held me in her arms tightly, and I gripped her hand for support.As Aree pulled my labia to stretch it, I felt the cold blade of the scalpel once again against my skin. I braced myself for all but two seconds, as Aree proceeded to slice away at my labia,. She is a spitting image of a sex goddess, and ever since you experienced puberty you've struggled from taking glances at her tight form. She's always had a different jock boyfriend, moving from one to the next sometimes within the same week, and you suspect the long hours they spend locked in her bedroom are spent fucking.Your mother, despite her age, is still a spitting image of sex. Large double D breasts, slim waste, large child bearing hips. She's been single since your father left doing.