Earlier than this i had already started taking little drinks with my roomies in our flat whenever they used to bring it at home. So i was aware of the...drinks that i liked. That night he picked me up from my home at 9pm. We went into the disc and people had just started entering. My boss had already said so many praises about me looking nice and in the disc also i was getting many stares by other men and i was feeling very nice about myself. As the music and the party began, my boss offered me. Should he continue to mourn the death of his beloved who now mostly resembled the shards of a shattered machine? Or should he find some other way to make the best use of what little was left of his life before an Apparition erupted around or even within him? What was of most value to him?Paul knelt down and grasped one of Beatrice's dismembered hands and pressed it against his cheek. There was only one memory he wished to take with him if he should die and that was Beatrice.A slimy dribble down. Luckily, being a bus-driver for the metropolitan transit payed well, at least enough to where we both could live comfortably. As I said before, Uncle Leo was a humble man. His tousled mane of shoulder-length, dirty blond hair was usually tied up in a lazy ponytail. His fair, naturally smooth skin, and well-kept body figure would have only been a benefit to his glamour of youth, but after looking into his almost always relaxed gaze and eyes of emerald green, one could easily begin to see. ” “You know, my cock inside your pussy. Moving back and forth inside my baby girl. Maybe I’d take it out and fuck you in the ass. I know you like that. My hard cock pressing into your asshole, sliding all the way into your ass, all the way in, as deep as I can, while I rub your pussy just like you’re rubbing against me now . . .” I’m not even sure she heard all that. She was rubbing fast circles with her hand. Her small, exotic breasts arched toward the ceiling. God, I was so close, my cock was.