Her large breasts rose and fell with her excitement. I paused as I stared that tattoo on her left tit. The triangle with the three initials in there. ...Clint, Cheryl, Vicky.My sister and I would always be the older Clint's in our hearts, but when he passed on he'd left us in his son's hands. And so far, Clinton III had done an amazing job. I was so proud of my nephew. He had pumped so much seed into my sister's pussy.I wanted him to do the same to me. “Please, please, breed me, Master!” I wiggled. ..............................................................................................................Saltsburg looked particularly pretty that spring day . The pretty young girls were doing what pretty young girls do and the few young men were enjoying the sight as they passed by ,their short skirts and dresses caught by a gentle breeze would show the casual onlooker if the girl was bare or in knickers, Most were without knickers but those fashionable young things who could afford. "No thank you." I said forcing myself to behave, but the anticipation of having Grace so close to me physically and knowing she felt her own arousal right as she nervously flitted about her living room and kitchen.I sank onto the couch, which had a lovely view of just a hint of a park on the corner. It was dark and shadow covered this late at night, but my mind dreamed it was a wonderful place in the day. I had grown past missing the day light, but sometimes just even the thought of the way. The kids, though, were another matter, not to be denied their anger.“You throw like you look. Like a monkey!”Another began making primate noises, scratching his armpit and hopping around.“I think we know what their abilities are,” Gary said, watching as the figure joined her partner, leaning out and grabbing a limb, holding it steady as the other worker cut it. The observers on the ground stood clear as the last branches fell. Instead of simply dropping them, the workers tossed them at the.