Chubby dark haird goth college student. Wearing her tight hoodie zipped up, hood on, skirt with fishnets and combat boots. She acts fairly ignorant to...my presence, asking me if you are home? Did..did she just flick her tongue at me hinting she hoped you wernt home and her and I were alone? Before I can answer you come in and the baby sitter and I are both wide eyed and jaw dropped. Your wearing matching combat boots and fishnets. Same short skirt and black hoodie as hers. I look at her and then. Not… not this!“What about my father’s will?” I asked, pointing to the paper in Lancel’s chubby hands. I hoped to change the subject and get time to think. I didn’t like the freaks or appreciate them invading my country, but I didn’t want to fight them.“Everything your father owned belongs to the Paladonic Knights,” Mr. Luu stated. “As a Knight, his bills were paid, to include taking care of you and your mother. Regardless of your decision today, your education is already paid for. However—”“If. Her panties are just as shredded. The elastic band around the top is the only thing clinging on around her thick hips. Pale green strips of ripped fabric hang loosely down from it, damp with piss and other fluids.Her thighs have been so much fun, thicker than her thin frame would suggest, smooth and soft. Her legs were once covered by tight dark gray "jogger" sweatpants, teasingly tight against her asscrack. Underneath, she was so well-groomed, clearly always shaving carefully, always using. One of my companions was swinging his musket wildly at two black-headed enemy. He struck one a blow sufficient to send him flying to the ground, then a sword took him in the neck. He fell, blood spewing from the severed artery. I shot his assailant.I turned to see three of the enemy surrounding my one remaining friend. I raised my arm and fired at the nearest but just a click, I was out of bullets. Without thought, I charged screaming out loud, clubbing one on the head and then pulling the next.