Falling to the floor on my back, the last image I saw was Steph standing above me holding a laptop and feeling blood rush from the back of my skull.**...******************************************************************************************************************That was months ago now. I still couldn’t believe that Steph refused to admit her father had raped her. It had just looked like I beat the shit out of her father for no apparent reason. That was fine, if she wanted to live with a. I started to pile drive her, I could not believe I was banging a woman old enough to be my mom, married and behind the club. I had reached around and had my finger on her clit as I banged away on her. She soon orgasimed very hard, her pussy muscles tightened around my dick causing me to squirt her pussy full of my jizz. When I was done I rolled her over so we could face each other, I looked down at her gooey cute hairy snatch and slid my semi hard dick back into her. She was going on about how. Thus understandably short on basic amenities."Like decent seating!" He moaned to himself. If the master agrarian had not been present he would probably have stretched out on the deck about the base of the mammoth tree regardless of how disrespectful it might be deemed.He was as Jurian as Yanaye. Unlike The master agrarian however his view were less confined to dogmatic awe.Easing his aching frame back much as the steps permitted, he took some pleasure looking at Yanaye's admittedly dejected. But I don't know if that's true either. See, the way I see it, I'm using them. The fact that they'll survive and I won't is beside the point. You see, I want to die. Yep, it's true. I want to die. I have no reason to go on living and no one will miss me.My foster parents? Yeah right. They'll be happy I'm not eating everything in sight, and they'll probably hope that no one at DCFS catches on so they can keep cashing the check I generate every month. Friends, who would want to be my friend? I.