Everything goes black."Richard Arkane. Awaken!" A thunderous voice rouses you from the most comfortable slumber you've ever had. That weird seizure tu...ning to a car wreck must have been a nightmare...but who just called to you? You don't know anyone who sounds like that. And if you were asleep, safe at home, wouldn't you be in your soft, comfortable bed?Oh, shit...You _ARE _dead. Is this heaven? Hell? Probably Hell with how much you fap...and to _WHAT _you fap."You are not in Hell, Richard. You. Likening it to another seven inches she likes running her tongue, lips and fingers over! As she places them on the floor side by side she admires their beauty, only to be increased as she slips her arched nyloned foot into the sexy pumps, ooo yes what a feeling, sudden memories of when she first tried on her mothers shoes for the first time, noticing how very much higher and more dominant she felt. She sat on the bed, crossing one leg over, hearing her stockings "whisper" to each other as they. " No, no!" Darlene blubbered. "Ah jus' cain't." Quiet, girls!" Brenda scolded. "You don't have to, Darlene." Ah don't?" Darlene looked up, drying a tear."Jim—er, Mr. Sweeney only has to think he's going to bed you. It doesn't have to go all the way if you handle it right. Just be nice; flirt; give a few down-the-neckline looks and maybe a shot of your thigh. A hint and an accidental bump with the hip and he'll be eating out your hand." Well, maybe," Darlene mused. "Ah've nevah done anythin'. She reached up with the other hand and fondled Union Dues's balls, watching them swell and contract. This stud Percheron was excited! A big lump of steaming hot horse splooge plopped from the animal's flaring cockknob and into her mouth; tasting it, she let it ooze down her face, leaving a slimy snail-trail of Union Dues' potent horsey fuck fluid on and in her grimacing oral maw. Rubbing the bulging, straining urethra inside the knobbed end of Union Dues's cock against her pouty, upturned.