.oh god yes.....yes.....fuck yes....fuck me......fuck me....." The words 'fuck me' are repeatedly whispered over and over as I watch her being rapidly...brought to orgasm by vincent. Although aching from earlier I cannot help but harden up at the sight before me. The truck cabin, despite its size, begins to gently rock as he thrusts into her ever faster.... building up....Watching just feet away I notice her legs wrapping around him, gripping tight. Then silence from her, no more whispered. "Colleges all have extra long twin bed mattresses," I told her. "You're going to need different sheets. Regular sheets won't fit."Turning and flinging the sheet aside she eyed me up and down, sarcastically thanking me for pointing out the obvious. "I'm amazed a blond figured that out," she quipped.Throwing her my extra set of sheets, I said, "Even blond's have their moments of brilliance."Catching the sheets she fell back onto the bed laughing loudly. "By the way, I'm Heather," she. Or at least to not attend that particular party. The apparition said very clearly, “Beware, Jack O’Lantern will strike tonight.”One of the young women who attended that party was never seen again.I went back and reread the sister’s deposition several times. Her words throughout the interview were very clear and concise, but when she recalled this particular portion of what her sister’s apparition had said, she stated that it was, “Beware, Jack O’Lantern,” not, “Beware, The Jack O’Lantern.”. Her sister, red. That applied, especially, to their lingerie.And their mother, Jane Allcourt, a now-retired actress and two years her sister Coco’s senior, saw that her beloved twins always wore sexy and expensive lingerie.The twins chattered away in their first-class compartment, but the presence of a stern-looking, ascetic man in a dog-collar, prevented them from discussing what they really wanted to talk about.They had, truth be told, discussed it for hours before in the privacy of their.