Light me, M. Bertuccio, and go first; we will see where it leads to." Monsieur," replied Bertuccio, "it leads to the garden." And, pray, how do you kn...w that?" It ought to do so, at least." Well, let us be sure of that." Bertuccio sighed, and went on first; the stairs did, indeed, lead to the garden. At the outer door the steward paused. "Go on, Monsieur Bertuccio," said the count. But he who was addressed stood there, stupefied, bewildered, stunned; his haggard eyes glanced around, as if in. 'Fuck me you fucking bastard, you fucking mod god' she grunted. She started to bounce and squeal as the boys continued to hold me down and kick and punch me.'Oi!' said one. 'he's fucking my girlfriend!' and came forward to punch my nose but I grabbed his wrist and punched his face. The guy in the leather jacket was back now and joining in with the kicking but I could see the bulge showing in his jeans he was obviously feeling horny. I grabbed the leg of his jeans and opened his fly to see his. Keily was concerned about the worm. After the incident with Monica, the situation was getting dangerous and she didn't want to hurt anyone. She had to make a decision about the animal's fate.Keily found the worm under the bed, surprised to see that it had changed shape. It was shorter and stouter, with its length only two feet but now it was at least 6 inches wide. Keily pulled it out and placed it over the bed to study it. Now the animal resembled a watermelon. The skin was different as well,. So I stood there just enjoying myself and letting these strangers look at my penis as long as they desired. It seemed like forever and that they were enjoying themselves as well but I guess they had their fill and I heard them start to crank their motor. At that very moment, another realization hit me. THEY'RE ABOUT TO TURN ON THEIR HEADLIGHTS!!! If they didn't get a good look at my penis before, once I was bathed in their headlights, they were going to get an awesome illuminated view of my.