Masturbates Motel Ep2 “First you dream, Then you die.“ - Sex Stories

Masturbates Motel Ep2 “First you dream, Then you die.“

... defense right dad?” “Nathan no matter what this will go public and it will be in the newspaper, on TV, on the websites everything. Who is going to book at the rape/murder motel?” John whimpered. “It will ruin us don’t you understand that. You know we came here to start over, we are starting over!” John yelled. “And where the hell were you Nathan?” “I snuck out of my window to go to a party. Dad I thought I was going to study with them, but they took me to a party I didn’t know. What does it even matter? There’s a dead man on our floor, theirs a lake of blood! What are we suppose to do clean this up with paper towels and spray cleaner? Ha, I don’t think so. Holy hell father, we’re totally screwed. We don’t know what we’re doing. We don’t know what we’re doing!” Nathan yelled. John then hugged him again. “Calm down, everything is going to be okay, it’s okay look it’s going to be fine. It’s going to be fine. It’s going to be okay. Here’s what we need to do.” He said as he sat down and motioned Nathan to sit down. “We are going to take all the old motel bed linins and use it to soak up the blood. Then wrap the body in a comfitures and put it in one of the tubs until I figure out what to do with it. Okay?” He looked at Nathan and said, “Nathan I’m sorry. I’m sorry this dirt bag raped you, but here you are and here I am and he’s not going to win this one.” Nathan just went along with it. As they were taking the body down the steps Nathan asked, “Father, are you sure we shouldn’t ...

... call for help?” John said, “No one is going to ever help us Nathan. No one has ever helped us. Don’t you get it? We’re on our own.” They dragged the body into room four. Nathans side slipped and some blood got on the carpet. “Shit Nathan!” “How could there still be more blood.” “Just help me put him in the tub and we’ll figure it out later.” They took it into the bathroom and lifted it into the tub. “Father, what are we going to do?” “We’re just going to deal with the carpet.” “Shit, I would say we pull up the whole carpet, but it would look suspicious. I’ll cut a rectangle five inches around the spot and clean everything underneath the best I can. Then you’ll go into one of the rooms and cut an exact rectangle from under one of the beds. I’ll try to stitch it in until we can re-carpet. We’ll even put a rug over for measure, a matt under the bed and this room will be off limits. If anyone asks we’ll just say the room is need of severe renovations and eventually re-carpeting will be our alibi.” While they were cutting the carpet Nathan found a box underneath the bed with a lock. John came to get Nathan’s piece of carpet. So he threw it back under the bed. The next day Nathan was eating lunch and noticed a spot of blood on his shoe. He ran up the stairs to throw up. A girl came by and said. “Make sure your done. Don’t cut it short just because it’s embarrassing.” “I think I’m done.” Nathan said whipping his mouth. “Mint. It will calm your stomacher.” “Thanks.” “I’m, Emma Decody” ...