"I picked up my pace, eager to spill my cum in her sweet cooch since the bus driver was getting suspicious. He'd be trying to interfere before too muc...h longer. Well, I might as well have some fun, so I gave her fleshy tits a squeeze through her t-shirt. I bet they'd feel even better without her pesky shirt being in the way. So I slid my hands up under her shirt, and squeezed her melons. They felt great, soft and pliant; her nipples were fat, hard, and her cunt squeezed on my pecker as I pinched. Well Jack became an full asshole again within weeks of Linda's death.And his sons watched their father, learned from him, and grew to bejust like him. Sure Jack had met other women, and they had tried toinfluence the kids, be positive role models, but soon these womenalways grew tired of Jacks attitude and despite the best intentions,they left.Jack wasn't ALL bad, he kept his boys fed, kept them clothed, but hedid not in-still in them any respect for others, in fact he taughtthem to be quite. One of the men then grabbed her firmly by the hips and she felt his cock press against her labia. She tried to move her ass sideways to stop him pushing it into her but he was strong. Despite that she pushed hard, the effort causing her to grunt like a pig. He let go of her and gave her such a hard whack on her ass with his hand that it brought tears to her eyes. Whilst she was recovering from the stinging blow, he took hold of her again, his fingers digging into her flesh with such force she. When no others wanted to die in such a manner, he turned and walked to the wagon. The driver was still sitting on the bench. A look of utter and total terror filled his face.Little moved to the back, ripped the canvas open, and the wooden panel off. Little was unprepared for the site that greeted him. Lying in the bed of the wagon was not just Brad but also five other children, all about the same age.One little girl looked up quickly and ducked back down, but Little could see she was shaking.