It wouldn’t die today, or tomorrow, or even in a hundred years, but it would be dying for that long, losing a little bit of its brilliance each moment, until the last tree fell. “Father?” a soft voice asked from behind me. I started upright and whirled around, feeling the blaze beginning to alight on my skin. Good Mother, she looked like me. She had my apple cheeks, red lips, anal emerald irises, white sclera, and pointed ears, but Passion’s hue of red hair, and Passion’s black antlers sprouting from it. Her sparkling complexion was a mixture of Passion’s shade and mine, giving her an olive tone, and it layered over a slender, but nubile body of graceful beauty. Her breasts were petite but well-formed, her backside was cute and supple, her legs were thin but toned, and between her thighs, dangled the same deformity as her mother’s… or father’s, I guessed. “Mother made me leave the womb once you started burning stuff,” my daughter said, looking around with wide eyes, “she said you were going to kill her.” I swallowed, unable to even say ‘I’m sorry,’ unable to make any sound at all. I just sat on my knees before the girl I had fathered, before the girl I’d tried to kill just a minute ago, before the girl whose mother I’d just murdered. She did not seem to be mad at me; she didn’t even seem to be sad. She just looked around at the black silhouettes of the Great Maples, her mouth hanging open. “Is the world always this dark?” she asked, “Mother told me there was supposed to be something called ‘the sun’ and it- there it is!” she exclaimed excitedly, pointing toward the sky, “It’s not yellow like she said, and it’s not exactly a circle, more like a crescent, but-” “That’s the moon,” I said quietly, “the sun comes out during the day.” “The moon!” my Tranny daughter said with hushed awe, “So, this is night, huh? oral Where are all the green lights?” “Your mother made the lights,” I whispered, my voice shaking, “and I killed her.” “That you did,” she said, looking at the ashes, “and you did quite a good job of it.” “I’m sorry,” I barely spoke, breathing ragged with eminent blowjob weeping, “I’m so, so sorry.” “Mother told me you would be really sad,” my daughter said as she walked toward me, “she said not to blame you for asshole killing her, she said it was her own fault.” “No,” I replied softly, turning my hand over in the ashes, “I chose to do this. I wanted to do this. I could tell you liked that. Emily cupped his balls and ran her tongue along the length of his shaft licking the fat mushroom head at the end. “What do we do?” I asked after a bit and becoming aware at how close her face resided near my flaccid cock. “Hopefully, we will both know more after Saturday night,” I said. He gestured at our crotches. One girl at a time came up to the desk and searched her gallery for a mommy photo. She could blowjob sit back and laugh every time Jamie started giving her shit, but she couldn’t say anything. “Oh my god, mmm, the look in your face baby girl.” Mommy moaned while she took some pictures of that. As we were looking out over the railing, Linda said that she needed to confess something. And then he sexually molested me for an extended period of time, before he finally fucked me. Would explain the weird stupid family situation… I guess. My mind had no time to process. She had never felt so thoroughly enveloped by a man before, so completely at his mercy, and the fear of what he was going to do was rapidly being swallowed by her fear of how her body was going to respond. They weren’t going to be departing without each other tonight. He got them to anal my thighs and leaned forward and kissed my pussy softly before he covered it Tranny with my black silk panties. While most of the station was down they wouldn't monitor her as closely. “Hmm. She explained. He pulls you to the bed, you struggle and try to kick him but he pins you down. The archers had trouble targeting the agile canoes as they darted for the shore, while many of the survivors from the sinking ships swam for land to escape oral the deluge of arrows. They were gorgeous. It felt so wonderful between my lips. I run my fingers up your chest asshole as you keep pumping into me, getting faster and faster. “With who?” I guess Sylvia likes the domination as well as Katin does, which made sense, because Sylvia is the mother of Katin. She admitted arching her back, making her ass skirt out slightly, which lifted her skirt. Jen grabbed her pullover nightie and headed towards the door. It’s easy to look back at one’s actions and say, ‘Wow. My heavy tits heaved. I’ll send it to the lab for processing.”