Shit, if Astrid hadn’t come along when she did, Willowbud would’ve let the slavers take her to where ever. I glanced at the spot on the street. It had been filled-in a year ago, but the scar remained. A ten-foot circle of new cobblestone stood starkly from the rest teens of the worn path. I supposed everyone just thought it was a sinkhole, but it was a grave. It was where Night Eyes died. I glanced at the street corner. It looked exactly the same as it had that day. This was where he saw me, and this is where I saw him. He was standing on that corner, a map in his hand, looking ragged, worn, and ten years older, but I knew him the moment I saw my father, and he knew me the moment he saw me. There had been tears in his eyes, I remembered, and he ran right for me, not caring that ten well-armed and well-muscled bangers surrounded me. I stepped past my men, not believing what I was seeing, and before I knew it, his arms were around me. That’s when I felt Willowbud again, surging back to the forefront. ‘Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…’ she still thought of him as ‘Daddy,’ and I didn’t know how to deal with it. Willowbud was still a little girl, she hadn’t been with me when I grew to a woman; only Night Eyes had undergone the maturation. Childlike euphoria mixed with sadistic sexuality, and before I knew it, I was kissing my father in the middle of oriental the street, and pushing my hands down his pants. I knew he didn’t want it, but he didn’t try to pull away. He’d known what I’d become, but he wasn’t scared of me. He just wanted me to feel better, and if that meant fucking me, then that’s what he’d do. He’d been looking for me for a decade, after all, with the memory of a little girl burned in his mind. Seeing me as woman made it easier for things to… work biologically. Then I rode him in that hotel on the corner, and I made him come inside me, and I killed him. I think it was the look in his eyes that killed me. They were terrified, confused, unrecognizing. In his last moments, pain and primal horror had gripped him, and he didn’t even know who I was. He was just the frantic need to survive, then he was dead. The guilt stabbed into me, and Corruption roared her fury in my mind. Like my father, I became the singularity of pain and horror, and I somehow ended up half a mile beneath the city. I think it was the silence I pursued, or maybe the solitude. Either way, it was the first time in years that I’d been truly alone. She was gone, and judging by the destruction of the bedrock around me, our separation had not been peaceful. I’d created a great hollow beneath Drastin, probably my greatest asian creation to date, and it was filled with contorted statues of my fevered japanese mind. They stood in complete darkness, but I could see Cumshots them through the tremors of the earth. It was Night Eyes’s mausoleum. “Keep him covered, Sky. I pulled down on her hips and began to furiously pumped away at her hot tight body. He was sitting on the love seat watching TV as teens usual; I gave him, his medicine. Petranumen responded. The tip of the horse’s massive cock was engulfed by her mouth and her hands were encircling and rubbing up and down the remainder of the shaft as fast as they could. I was in heaven and I lowered my head to scream into the bed. Vera leaned closer and up a bit, pressing her lips sensually against Teresa’s mouth. The next thing that happened shocked me more than anything so far this evening, my daughter moved between japanese her mother’s legs and started to lick her pussy. Her hot button swelled immediately, she widened the gap between her thighs and began to hump her back. She thought the kitchen unpacking should be today. He carries himself well. So it was oriental there, in New Mexico, at the home of Robert and Melanie Henson, that I would spend the next 5 years of my life. A bell rang in the background. Still feeling his cock sensation echoed in my mouth. It seemed that her abhorrence only entrenched her arousal, and soon her eyes were filled with perverse desire. He then said, “OK cuck, get your wife ready for me. Use that tongue and get your wife’s pussy wet for my big black cock.” I knelt in front of Sarah and buried my face in her crotch. “She does,” Zanyia purred, quivering nearby. “You’ve been taking a lot lately, Mr. President. Every downward thrust, I would say I love you, and as I asian pulled out, she would say it to me. We lasted almost 15 minutes like this until we both reached our peak and came together. Page after page had a different girl, complete with every time and place they ‘did it.’ I can see that when it came to hormones, Nicole was no outlier. My treat.” I ask gently. Brian was always so gentle—no, so careful normally, that it’d been the first time Emily Cumshots realized that he was actually hella strong. She was fast. The filthy freshman grinned like he had won the lotto, a TV remote clutched in his hand. The couple saw me first and watched me go by. It was an unusual feeling having something moving in my butt like that but it wasn't unpleasant. Susan quickly ran to the shower to clean up before the meeting.