Jane and Sam set down their backpacks and took off their boots. They liked to feel the soft moss on their feet. They felt closer to nature. Jane moved... closer to Sam and snuggled into his shoulder. He placed his arm around her. Their breathing was still slightly fast from their walk. Sam moved behind Jane taking off his green t-shirt. He placed his legs either side of her hips and snaked his arms around her waist. Jane felt his warm breath on her neck. His hand moved up and cupped her right. He liked her refinement, he liked destroying something of quality. I didnt think he was going to leave this one behind. He was not going to finish with her for a while yet. So I was waiting for the fun to start. The scene was almost set. This cunt was still thinking of herself as a person. Hell, so was I if you listened to me talking about her. John was going to turn her into a piece of meat. I stood a little closer so I could watch the proceedings better. Two sturdy poles were planted into the. My Name is Robert. Some brief background: my older s*****r Wendy and I were raised by our mom, our dad having passed away when were young. Mom and Dad's f******s were longtime friends. They grew up together but Dad was f**e years older than mom. They started dating when mom was f******n and was n******n. Mom's parents weren't happy with the relationship but it was tempered by knowing dad all his life. Things soured though the next year when they announced mom was pregnant with Wendy. . I had to know if anyone else had that effect, too. I fell to my knees and kissed the tip of his cock then suckeled the spongy head, tasting it. I sighed relief. He didn’t taste like fresh soap, or latex, or pussy, or even someone else’s mouth. He tasted like ordinary aroused Matthew plus leather. I closed my eyes, relishing the taste of his fidelity before looking up into his beautiful cold eyes.He smiled down at my, cruelly victorious. “Happy now, slut?”God help me, I was. Maybe not for the.