I was expecting Derek to be in a sad state of self-pity and self-loathing, but the man who greeted us at the front door was as handsome and charming a... ever. He looked amazing; he was his usual smooth talking self, a big smile across his face. "Bryan!" He said triumphantly when he greeted us. The two men shook hands and had a bro hug, Bryan handing over a box of cigars to Derek as a sort of divorce consolation prize. "And Janet," Derek said, smiling at me, planting a kiss on each cheek and. .." he groaned."Oops!" she giggled, "Guess it wasn't completely done."---As night fell, Tina reached down and started to stroke Dylan's cock through his tattered school uniform trousers."Tina!" Dylan whispered, "The whole tribe's all around us. We can't...er, I can't..."She continued to stroke, feeling him harden. "Feels like you can," she replied, pulling up her skirt. "Just keep quiet." But won't we make a baby like this?" he asked quietly as she unfastened his trousers. She had explained. I downed around 5 or six shooters with a beer or two. I was buzzing like crazy. I had to take the bus to get back home; was pretty late. I was wearing a short skirt tube top that day. The bus was empty except for three guys who were wearing clothes with cement and paint stains on them were probably in their thirties, probably construction workers. Since I knew it was a long way back I thought I’d take a nap on the bus just to sober down before I reach my room because my boyfriend was at my. She slapped him on the face."Quit it with the racism, mister! Everyone knows it's blob girls that eat people, not slime girls. And it's not that horrible either. Blob girls secrete a hormone that tricks the body into thinking pain signals are pleasure signals. Their victims are in complete ecstasy as they're absorbed. You'll find that out later." She gave him a knowing wink."You're not going to eat me?" Yuck. That'd be like eating orange peel. Who wants to do that when there's so much delicious.