From my bedroom door, I looked at the nest of sheets and blankets on my bed and gave serious thought to going spelunking for the self-proclaimed willi...g virgin who was somewhere in that warm nest. But the sheets were moving as Rose Ann stretched and yawned, almost fully awake and probably with her own urgent needs. Knowing what one of her urgent needs would be I continued on to the kitchen.I was opening cans when she appeared and stumbled into the washroom. I was cutting carrots into small. I love the way you moan and pant as I do this and I kiss my way back up, loving the feeling of your stubble on my cheek. The feeling of your cock on my pussy is overwhelming. The heat is intense and all that separates us is my thin panties, see through with my moisture. You push me back over and take the elastic of my panties in your mouth, pulling them down my legs. Then from the bottom up you kiss and lick, driving me wild with want for you. I beg you to go faster, I need you, but you take. This time however Dusty caught his feet, pulled back down, and held him with his left hand as he hit him again several times in the chest with his right and he again broke something.Galvin didn't intend too but he went limp.He was in too much pain to keep up this level of fighting with all his broken bones in his back and chest. Dusty now held Galvin by both his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Galvin was shocked at the lack of anything remotely resembling humanity in Dusty eyes while he. Then I can hear her making these, you know, grunting noises. Not really grunting, more feminine than that. Imagine Marilyn Monroe grunting. Like that." Marcie looked puzzled, "who?" Rose shook her head, "never mind, its not important. Anyway! I suddenly hear this wet plopping noise. Once, twice, then a big 'foosh', that sounds like she let the air out of a balloon, then a big splash, like she poured soup or something into the toilet. Are you grossed out yet?" Marcie replied, "definitely, but.