Jane then started adding gin into the Pimms and we were both getting a little tipsy and not relaxed and the next bit threw me as Jane said why don’t... you go and make me one of those funny cigarettes I know you have sometimes. She then explained it had been years since she had had a “smoke” and she would love it. I was quite young still and always kept a little bit for a party so I happily obliged and we enjoyed a bonding moment shall we say.We chat until the late afternoon and then Jane just. Carol had nicely developed C-cup tits and her figure was well developed for a 16-year old teenager. Her mother, Linda, had a very nice body and she and Bob enjoyed a very active sexual life but in recent years, they'd given in to their own innate incestuous desires with their own son and daughter and that was how Bob came to be with his naked daughter, Carol, and had his cock in his right hand as his horny daughter spread her thighs and Bob leaned forward, guiding the swollen head of his rigid. If it’s as they described to me and a person’s talent in cultivation is a reflection of how strong their ‘soul’ is then if I completely crush this mans ‘soul’ to dust and his heart still beats will he not become a soulless cultivator? Should his talent not then be even less than a common mortal’s? What will happen if his soul is crushed to dust and then he’s reborn with a stronger drive and will than ever before? Or what if the lack of any soul, gives him infinite talent and creates some. Running into the lunchroom found little Jane cornered by the sleazy "Goth-gang" one was saying to Jane "what is wrong bitch you too good to fuck a Goth or talk to us?" and that is when I hit him at the bast of the skull where it meets the neck and he feel screaming in pain. The students all backed away to give the Goths room to attack me. Jane was backed up to the all, frightened but had her fists up and cold cocked a Goth that rushed in, I hit a 300lbs fat Goth with a right cross and he went.