“True! You look so hot in this French maid outfit,” the bald man stroked his goatee.“Thank you,” the chick with medium-brown skin replied.“I...love your effing tits, baby!”She shook the 42F mammary monsters.“Yeah, baby,” he applauded.“You like,” Autumn checked. “Hell yeah!”“Have a seat. I’ll fix you a plate.”Randy adjusted his junk as he sat at the pub table.Autumn sashayed around to him. “Cerveza?”“Yeah! I’ll take a brew.”She pulled a can of Tecate Light from the high-tech fridge. It muttered. Take this one that I have already lit. Remember, don't get any smoke in your lungs."The shaman was so anxious to try the cigarette that he practically jerked it out of my hand. He put it between his lips and, despite my repeated warnings, drew in a mighty breath through the cigarette. Of course, he exploded in a fit of coughing as soon as the smoke hit his lungs. He dropped the cigarette into some dry grass; I was afraid that it would start a fire so I took the time to stomp it out.He continued. He looked at the other cages and noticed that mice six through nine were becoming very sluggish as well. Mice four and five weren't moving much either but still seemed somewhat alert. One through three were acting as though nothing was different.Over the course of the next twenty minutes he watched mice nine through six drop dead one at a time, starting with number nine. Mice one through three still had no reaction but numbers four and five had gone seemingly catatonic. They were still alive. I stood up from the chair, and my own cock poked out of the opening of the dressing gown. Geoff's eyes opened wider when he saw this, but I didn't give him time to react further, as I grabbed a cushion to kneel on, and lowered myself in front of him.Geoff let out a deep moan as I started to lick his shaft, from the head to his soft balls and back again. It protruded at exactly 90 degrees from his body, at mouth height.I placed his fat purple mushroom head onto my tongue, and slowly edged its.