Thinking about garbage. Thinking about work. Thinking about bills. Nothing helped." Don't worry. It was just what I wanted." Better than yesterday?" N...t better. Different, though. It was like thirst." How so?" Well, when you're really thirsty, you know, you just want water and lots of it. That's what today was. Yesterday, it was wine, not water. I didn't want to drink it so fast. I wanted to sip it, and savor it, discover its overtones and aftertastes." So what was your fuck last night? Wine or. He smiled at me, not a nice smile, but one that sent a shiver down my spine despite the temperature. I felt a pair of hands on my ass and started to turn. This earned me another love pat on my face. “Don’t look at him... look at me, princess.” I looked back at him.From behind me came a throaty predatory laugh. “Princess is a real slut, man. Her pussy is leaking like a faucet. She is so turned on by some big black cocks. I bet princess would beg us to fuck her like a ho.”I had not stopped tit. Connie’s menstruations made me feel as though she was worshipping my dick. She kissed the end, engulfed it, and licked up and down the sides of it. All the while her hands alternately fondled my balls and stoked my exposed cock.Connie swung herself around, exposing that sweet, naked cunt towards me. She seemed to hesitate, so I pulled her hips down while raising my head. My tongue darted out, tasting the folds of her pussy, the flavor exquisite, going straight from tongue to my testicles.One of. Those other elements involved other people crawling out from under that hedge that represented real people in his wider circle of friends, family and work colleagues. The president of Blanke Schande College, Miss Eleanor Grimes Ferguson, was one of those people as well as several other members of the BSC faculty. Jared also began seeing members of his own family, long since deceased, coming out from under that hedge at his and Mrs Clusky’s insistence.Soon Jared’s whole front yard was populated.