My mouth was dusty dry, and my head spun with every twisting turn as I lept down the spiral stairway into the darkness. A thundering boom sounding lik... a cannon in a trash can illuminated the vertical tunnel with a bluish-white radiance. Someone underneath me had kicked open the rusty steel door to the cavern under our cabin.The light was a welcome sign. Whatever had eaten the guts out of the electronics in the building above us hadn’t stopped for lunch in our underground grotto. As I emerged. When the party was over i went to bring the car from the parkpatz, when the were going to get in the car i tod them that a bottlle of water spelled on the front seat so all three of them were squeezed on the back seat. we brought zenib home and then went to bring jamal to his hause . he and my wife were still on the back seat and i have seen that his hand was already under my wife^s dress. I asked him how about if we go all together to our appartment he agreed and my wife got closer to him.In. She was twenty-nine-years-old, five-foot-five in height and a little plump. She had short, straight black hair, and although her round face was fairly cute, it was somewhat obscured by the big geeky spectacles that she constantly wore. She currently had on a pair of plain, light-grey trousers and simple white jumper, one that hugged her fairly large round boobs snugly. (In contrast my mum was wearing a snazzy pink-and-black striped jumper and bright red trousers.) I must confess that I. By then Tim was lying out on the quad unconscious, his asshole a bloody mess, his face and his dress and his legs soaked with piss and cum and blood. He had been raped maybe thirty times, probably more -- he didn't know. What he told me afterward was, he was standing in the dark. Then the lights went on suddenly, and there he was, Juliet, standing in his dress and his lipstick and his dancing slippers in the middle of a room with a bare floor and one mattress on the floor, and all around him.