Her arms were out in front of her, helping to thrust backwards onto my face, more anxiously every time my tongue darted inside her. “I need you insi...e me,” she yelled. Not one to muck around, I stood up and pulled her closer to me, my cock was still bobbing around hard as a rock and very eager to be involved. Amy’s hand reached around and guided me into her with ease. This felt amazing. At that moment, I could feel her whole insides contracting around my cock, pulling me deeper inside. She. She and I fought well together, and survived several attempts on my life, but when they killed her, I was furious because there wasn't any way to kill more of my enemies.When I was killed on the houseboat, as Kevin, Teri and the children were fine, and that was somehow, enough for me, but I didn't know why.Now I had to pretend to die – again - after dying seven times, and the irony of it tortured me. I wanted to fight back. Pretending to die was like surrendering, and I had no intention of. Or enemies, and I'll rape you! It's up to you, Doll. Either way, I'm going to fuck you shitless right here this very afternoon... !"Jean's head swam from the force of his stinging blow, but the terrifying repugnance his loathsome proposition sent nauseously sweeping through her was far more staggering than if he had beat her senseless! She could only gape up at him in sickened panic!"M-My God... no... you wouldn't!" she heard herself groan feebly. "Please... oh God... please let me go... !". Then, calling down the hall to my mother, she said, "Mrs. McKinney, I can't sleep in Chuck's bed! Let me sleep on the couch. I'll be just fine!" Chuck can sleep on the couch," Mom told her. "You'll have a lot more privacy in there, and he'll survive all right for one night. Oh, and Donna, we've only got the one bathroom. If you've got to leave first thing in the morning, I suggest you might want to shower tonight and try to avoid the morning rush in there."As usual, Mom had a light supper ready.