She walked the aisles, waiting to see which would catch her eye.History, science, romance, sociology, fiction...poetry...She turned down the poetry ai...le and gazed at the books. She felt excitedat the prospect of what could be inside, but she never read any poetry,so she wasn't sure which one she liked. She picked up books at random andread through some of the poems. Some didn't mean anything to her, whileothers were like a high from the drugs that she had enjoyed as David. Sherolled the words. I thought she was going to tell me that I should be ashamed of myself for carrying filthy pornographic magazines around with me. Some deeply-recessed part of me was willing her to do it too, eager to feel her hand slap against my bared buttocks. Fidgeting, I found myself thrusting my bum up for the punishment which I deserved. But she didn’t punish me. She used thumb and fingers to ease my bum cheeks apart and then poured massage oil down my slit. It was my turn to gasp. I lay there nervously,. The burrowing was like a hot knife through butter; the tentacle tips resonating to the perfect frequency to literally melt the soil and rock. The sides of the tunnel were smooth acquiring a glass like texture. Travelling arrow straight and as the crow flies it would reach the sleepy town within the hour.Candy had regained her composure. She was the sheriff and people were depending on her. The creatures once they had disarmed her had backed off. Her arms had been bound at the wrist behind her. He laughed, and obviously he got the hint, ‘cause he said he’d be right over. I swear, it wasn’t 15 minutes before the doorbell rang.“He didn’t waste any time, and immediately put his arms around me, grabbed my ass, and kissed me. Then he picked me up and carried me over to the kitchen counter and sat me down hard. I was wearing a skirt that day, and before I could even think about it he had his hand between my legs, finding my ‘lil ol’ pussy with no panties to get in the way, and started.