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His blood pressure was through the roof. He knew it because he could feel the throbbing in his temples, small but what could he do? Doing anything to that Walker boy meant exposing his son to shame. His daughter was already ruined by that rapist and would be exposed to even more shame. The weeks turned into months and still he couldn't decide what to do. He prayed for an answer, prayed for his revenge to take shape, and still nothing. Soon enough the baby came. Watching his sweet Mandi give birth to that little bastard was more than he could pussy bear. He realized what he needed was leverage. Right now, all the cards were in that little faggot boy’s hands. If he was going to get revenge on Thomas Walker, he needed to put him in a position he could exploit. The Reverend Dart considered himself an upright man. A righteous man. He was disgusted by the gays. It made what Walker had done to his family all the more humiliating knowing he fucked his son in his little ass. Yet, he could see a way to get the leverage he needed. If God would allow him to bend the rules this one time, yes… he could put himself back on top, get his revenge at least, and maybe even consign the Walker boy to a lifetime of rape at a State Penitentiary where he belonged. Meanwhile word spread that the kid that Mandi Dart had sexy belonged to none other than Thomas Walker. Overnight, he went from “faggot” to “stud” in the hallways at Huln-Dawson High School. Fucking Mandi upped his cred quicker than anything could have. She was a little nerdy, but every guy in the school knew who she was and had wanted to be the one to stripping lay knowledge on her the first time. Knocking her up the first time out made him something of a legend. With Mandi’s big brother, Jay, gone to college, there was no one there to enforce any social consequences on him for his misdeed. Thomas was somewhat uncomfortable with the new attention but enjoyed getting to go to the parties and the new sex partners that it opened to him. With the added access to weed and alcohol, he became something of a weekend drunk. When he was out fucking chicks from school, he couldn't help but see Mandi’s face and he had a nagging guilt even though his Grandpa had assured him it was “The Walker Way.” It just wasn't the way he had been raised, but the damage was done, and he might as well enjoy the positives the outcome brought his way. Thomas was enjoying his tits newfound status. His victims were left devastated. First, by the loss of their security. Being raped had left them feeling vulnerable and scared. Jeremy was scared to take a drink of anything to the point that he ended up in the hospital dehydrated twice that fall. The Reverend had caught him jacking off to gay porn several times since the incident. He feared that his son was turning and there was nothing he could do. Mandi was taking care of an infant and kept having dreams where Thomas made love to her. The dreams weren’t scary or terrifying, but rather they made her feel embarrassed and ashamed because she hadn’t had any choice to participate in what Thomas had done. She reasoned that she should feel violated and angry, but instead she was sad and horny all through her pregnancy. Having the baby just meant being tired from having a newborn, breast feeding, and dreaming. The Reverend watched as his middle son slowly lost his mind and as his daughter’s exhaustion mounted. As expected, the insatiable Momo was the first to sexy make her attack. No bra, because there was little for it to support. After a while they stopped bringing it up to her. The main idea is to let your urges guide you. We entered the showers, both taking the same shower heads that we used the last time. He began to peel away his layers, his frame very thin for royalty the girl noticed, his chest was barely toned or adorned with hair. I'M COMING NOW!!!" as the bikers pulled ever harder on her poor mutilated tits - stretching the shit out of her tits and nipple tissue as the sex crazed nympho climaxed openly in front of a hundred rowdy, beer guzzling bikers. I didn't know how much I needed that. She then took it in her hand and asked again if it hurt .Her tiny hand couldn't pussy even get around it as she carefully inspected it..I told her it hurt a little so maybe you should kiss it She let go saying no way. Something she could only get from me. I grunted as I pounded into her, loving the way her moans echoed through my classroom. Nonethless, one thing was certain and it was the one thing that both he and the Incestians knew: But I will serve well as small your vizier. “I'm sure Deana is wondering what you're doing.” Nee annayya tho kumminchu kuntanu.” (your brother is there he will bang me.) Immediately she opened her mouth as soon as their lips made contact surrendering to the stronger man. "Holy fuck! Jill and hers? It was Lindsey on her cell in my den. “Daddy bred my aunt.” “Melissa!” And I'm probably in big trouble too, aren't I?" “About time we put that bat poop to some use, don’t you think?” Then she leaned across the table to give me a brief kiss and a promise tits of more—much more—to come. My eyes teared up and Milly questioned stripping "Why", but I just ordered another drink and went to the jukebox and played Garth Brooks.