A grimy, vertical structure of broken windows and moldy doors greeted Katherine as she walked from the bus-stop. It had been six hours since their con...ersation at the bus-stop. Six hours was as long as her commitment to sobriety held, in the face of his offer. For most people walking inside the complex was tantamount to suicide. Given all the activity that went on inside, the people who entered the building were either there to buy, sell or kill. And in Katherine’s case, she was there to do all. It was now at the point of no return. As long as I was getting some, I did not care. I looked up, and Juvenile’s “Slow Motion” played. Both Becky and Ashley knew one of my weaknesses: girl-on-girl action. So, Becky, using her dancing background, gave a lap dance to Ashley.Becky locked lips with Ashley for a short kiss. I wanted that kiss. Something about her was inviting to me. Something about her was interesting. Something was sexy about her. I got more erect. And Becky saw that. Becky moved. Not yet, at least. Two years ago, when sweet Aligail was sixteen, he had come upon her uniquely susceptible mind. Her brainwaves were perfect for his own and he was sure not to let the opportunity pass by. Unfortunately for Michael, he does not possess a body in Aligail’s realm. He lives elsewhere but, for now, he only lets Aligail believe that he was created in her mind. No need for troublesome thoughts. Michael mused as he admired his squirming love. She was the ideal mixture of innocence. He retrieved some KY jelly from the bedroom drawer and smeared ample amounts of lubricant generously all over the bat’s handle and my affected tissue areas. He flicked the power switch back on, picked up my dropped remote control down on the floor and started my Turbovibe back up again to closely observe what was actually happening to my pussy. After a few moments of watching pussy juice stream down the bat, he nagged, “I thought you’d be all calmed down by now after menopause but since you’ve.