Allie hung limply over the watchtower railing, dead. Tanya was on her knees, face in the dirt, ass in the air. She was hugging her bleeding belly an...d her arms were covered in gore. Sliced entrails wriggled from the ragged gash. Shit smeared her thighs, creating a horrible mess.Finally, there was poor Loni. If Alena lay in a puddle of blood, Loni lay in a small lake. She lay curled in a ball on her side, whimpering like a child. One hand was pressed lightly to the hole in her belly. The. Many years ago, he had been down that road and had no intention of traveling that road again. Amber deserved to have someone that was more suited for her and not a man who could pass easily enough for her grandfather.As he was deep in thought, he went to check on her. She was sound asleep as he stood and watched. As she turned in the chair, the light blanket he had over her had slipped off her and he saw her small breasts and within seconds, her perky nipples had hardened to two little points.. With the bottle sill in place we managed to get Angie to her bedroom. My wife bound Angie’s knees together with a scarf to prevent the bottle from ejecting itself.I told my wife that I really wanted a picture of Angie with that beer bottle in her pussy. In fact I wanted that bottle back when Angie was done with it too. She told me to get my camera and then she untied the scarf and even held her sister’s legs open for me. I got more than just one picture and I got my wife in some of them too.. Woodhill.“Get to your desk!” Ms. Woodhill said.Max jumped up and ran to his desk. He dived in it and stared at her in fear. She shook a finger at him and said, “You won’t lie around like that in practice this afternoon.”Max looked like he was about to cry.Smiling sweetly, she turned to the rest of the class. She looked over at Debbie and said, “Debbie. Did you enjoy the poetry?”“Oh yes,” Debbie gushed. She smiled over at Tom.“Tom? How did you like it?” Ms. Woodhil asked.“Mmmm,” Tom.