My phantom eye looked at my body and saw the pink coil of the umbilical cord still attached. I was freezing in the open air but decided to let my fami...ly look.Mom took a damp cloth and wiped me down. She turned me on my side and did my back then finally prone to do the job better. I was more pink now. The head was still oddly shaped from all the forces put on it getting out. Hair was plastered to my head and I tried to see what I might look like when I got a little older.After turning me back. Little bird like cries are coming out of her mouth now as the tempo builds. Her fingers sliding around on the table, trying to find some purchase. Her tits swinging as her crotch is slammed into again and again.“What are you?” I growl at her as I fuck her pussy hard.“Ah-ah-a-a slut,” she manages to whimper back.I pull out of her and bring my hand down hard on her left ass cheek. “You are MY slut” I tell her in a low menacing tone. “Now get on your back.”She quickly and obediently turns over and. It was more than the night air that chilled me when I got it. She was looking back on her short career as though the best part of her young life was over, now resigned to accept it as her past, but terrified to consider her future.But hell, I had terrors too. We both knew how to face, or run from them. Mine was aging comfortably in its tall, square bottle, and she took hers with OJ. So we did the best we could, for hours on the front porch, until the mosquitoes drove us back inside. She. “Maybe I can help? 7:30 works. I’ll bring dinner. Make sure you don’t have any pants on when I get there.”***The next few hours were impossible. He couldn’t work and could barely think about anything but the look in her eye and what her body might feel like. As their scheduled “meeting” drew close, his erection showed no signs of dissipating—a full four hours after its arrival. If he’d used a male enhancement drug he would be considering a visit to a doctor at this point, but he knew the.