Diun found clothes from one of her old boyfriends who left them in her closet.Some of the more baggy sweats and t-shirts fit him and he picked the mos... ideal to wear. He had decided that though he might have to wear human clothing it was not necessary to be uncomfortable.Before he left Monica begged for him to take her one more time. This time he experimentally tried a slower pace to see how she handled it.These human women appeared to be more fragile than the females of his species. It. She assisted me by looking for the best position on her 4’s and my enquire were answered: “Where’s that hairy pussy of yours, Mrs. Paula? can’t find it.” With my my rod only resting on her buttock, I tried again and parted the asscheeks, so I’d see the cunt. Bingo!! I no sooner spot it, I began to aim my rod in that direction, I dint’ want to miss my course now, and plunged it with a single stroke, deep into her. I started to fuck but ignored if my rod was actually inside her by now… or. He coaxed a lot of ground balls out of the opposition's offense, which was great in July, but not-so-great in late, late October, when infielders' hands were cold and the wind blew hot dog wrappers around in the outfield, distracting our defense. (The hot dog wrappers were worse at Shea than in Baltimore. I don't know why. Maybe New Yorkers are just bigger slobs than the folks in Bal'mer.)It's just a theory. I don't have any evidence to back it up.After Alice and I had gotten back to Baltimore. And then he put that recording there on the TV, the same one my c***dren watch cartoons on, with the big screen! Then he pulled my head way back with the cord from that gag still in my mouth, so my face was up and I would have to watch the TV. And he played that disk, that recording, watching everything they did to me. He would skip around, looking for special parts, making me watch it too, watch everything they were doing to me, hearing their nasty voices calling me names and insulting.