She was straight out of a Norwegian folktale, matching all the strength and lusty beauty Mel had fantasized Viking women looking like. “Maybe I don�...�t need to be jealous of the bartender after all,” Mel thought, hoping that with such beauty attached to his side, Tim would leave Tracy alone.Time passed, conversation ebbed and flowed, and as Mel tried to get to know Tracy’s new friends it was only by chance that Mel saw Nick pull Tracy aside and down the hallway. It was a two-bedroom apartment,. What, afraid the boys will go wild?Kate: Actually, the girls. I’m packing. Amber: Wait, what do you mean?Kate: Well, this is what I mean.Kate stands up and lets her swim shorts stick to her body, revealing the outline of her giant futa dick.Amber: Oh my god, are you for real?Kate: Yeah.Amber: Does anyone else know?Kate: My parents, and a few others, but no one else here. Amber: My god, it’s huge! How big is it?Kate: 9 inches flaccid. Amber swallows.Amber: Erect?Kate: Varies. Max it’s ever. She drowns her waffle in butter and maple syrup. Me, I liked mine covered with strawberry preserves. When we got around to planting a garden at the farm, a strawberry patch is a must. Just the thought of homemade preserves made my mouth water. Well, perhaps it was the smell of the waffles and bacon that made my mouth water this morning. Regardless of which it was, I was to the point of drooling all over myself.Two hours later, we had finished eating and completed our morning ablutions. I’m not. She stopped struggling andsank back into the seat. "We'll do it if we have to, you know that by now." Anne's voicewas cold and intense. "So. It's make your mindup time Claire. Will you screw our doggie, or do we zap your pretty tits?" "No . . . I won't do it, I won't do it." Claire sobbedhysterically, "you can go to hell you sick perverted bitch." Anne's smile barely curled her full red lips:she threw a brief nod to the men and said, "Okay bitch, then we do it your way." "No!You can't do this.