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Thirty percent! Three out of ten girls get cooked no matter what, just the luck of a name out of a jar. And that’s three out of ten with good grades. They’re now looking at the failure rate and soon if your grades are too low, your status changes to meat, and low grade at that. And god forbid you ever get a traffic ticket or anything like a misdemeaner – automatic meat. They might even be looking at parking tickets! They’ve got a lot of females to get rid of. Cheryl, the last thing I want to be is processed meat. Picked by licking the system, lined up, throat cut, butchered and in the supermarket in pieces before anyone knows it. At least this way it’s our Daddy who does it, our Daddy who is giving me the best days of my life, my best last days. And, like, I mean they really are the best. He’s the greatest lover in the world!” All during her monologue Katie was running her fingers lightly over her cunt. At one point she reached under Cheryl’s skirt and played with her pussy, too. “I’m not supposed to tell you and we can’t tell mom,” Cheryl said, “but Daddy told me you were the best lover he’s ever had. Seriously.” oral Katie teared up even more and grew the greatest of inner-light smiles. Almost under her breath: “Thanks Daddy...” But she was still passionate desi about her conclusions. “I’d rather be eaten by people I care about than just picked out of some store freezer in bits pussy and pieces and fried up in some shitty kitchen in a dirty pan. I know I’ll be dead in either case but at least this way I’ll feel I was some part of my own death. And therefore some part of my own life. I know that sounds twisted, but –“ indian She burst into big tears, Cheryl joining her. They sat on the Shed cot for several minutes, weeping in their own confusions, rubbing each others’ cunts gently. Cheryl broke the spell. “You know I respect you and what you have to say, Katie. You’re still terribly young but you’ve always been wise.” “What about you, Cheryl? What are you gonna choose?” Cheryl stared at the floor and then up at her sister’s cum-smeared face. “I don’t know, honey. It could be that you’ve inspired me. Or that you’ve scared the shit out of me. I’ve been trying to talk to Alex about this but he’s closed up on the subject. I groaned with each spanking, loving the feel her pussy squeezing and clenching about my dick as she shuddered. I thought. It’s not like we are married. The next thing I knew it was dawn and I heard pussy her at the fire outside, cooking or whatever. I sighed, and lowered my bow. licking "Can we do it as if we were animals?" It is almost desi like if oral I do not wear pink that I am a rebel,” she said as she scooted up close to me. Then asked, “How about your mom? That scene was repeated when Gail’s daughters, Ginny and Andrea appeared a few minutes later. Darius felt something stir within him. The bronze goddess' eyes began to glow yellow as she approached. Meanwhile, Megan was at war with herself. This would let me indian feel her breasts on the side and the days she wore a skirt I'd get a look at her panties!