That was followed by thetrials of the eight men who tried to kill Carly, Cora, and Jeffry, onethat drew attention from as far away as Boston. That was... also what shedreaded most: attention from media who loved stories like hers to makean example out of people.The trial was one of the worst that the state had ever had as thedefense tried every dirty trick possible to get the charges droppedwhile also forcing Carly's personal life out into the open. Thisbackfired as it was revealed that they were. “So I reached down and grabbed the end of it and began pushing it into my cunt and pulling it out, like I was being fucked.” She pauses to lick her lips. “I imagined it was Roman’s cock and ... oh, Mom, I orgasmed so many time that I lost count. Fuck, I’m wet just telling you about it now.”“You’ve got me all wet too, honey,” Lucy says. “You better get ready before Roman gets there.”“What are you going to do?” Brea asks.Lucy grins. “I’m going to break out the toys and do some imagining of my. Her eyes were as big as fifty-cent pieces. The way she hid in the corner holding her little brother, Jack knew she would make no sound. The poor baby was scared half to death, and after all, who could blame her?He recalled the first time he had killed someone. It was the father of his fourteen-year-old girlfriend, Ellie Andersen. Jack had found out that her father, who was a widower, had been fucking Ellie since she was seven. She could stand it no longer and went to her auntie’s house to get. Her dress once more the only item of clothing she wore, her hair ruffled, she looked a mess, but it was her face that was streaked with mascara where her tears had run, her lippy marked, but her eyes glittering with excitement.She came and sat on his bed, sliding her warm hand to his over-stiffened penis. To him it was extasy and he soon came spitting cum up her arm, she smiled a slow smile, Then time slowed as she stood, turned so he could see her tits, removed the dress and waited, so he.