He didn’t notice. “My, uh, wife’s in the other room,” he said. Nancy shook her head.“I made sure she won‘t hear anything. And Willie is as...eep too. Nobody will bother us. I’ve got a story to tell you, Herb.”“A, uh, ghost story?”“A story about me and you.”She took off her robe. Herb couldn’t take his eyes off of her. No, scratch that: He could, but why the hell would he want to? She pushed him down into his chair and climbed onto his lap. When she put her face next to his, her hair hung around. The little girl's pride and happiness were obvious even watching her from behind. Jim Fletcher then extended his arm and she started to walk beside him while still in a daze.Reaching the altar, Colette carefully lifted the veil off Susan's face. Turning, she saw Jeff standing so proudly beside her. They went through a full nuptial Mass, even though there were very few spectators. At the exchange of vows, Susan was so proud to say that she swore to "love, honor, and obey you, Jeffrey Collins,. Smiling for the first time since this unearthly ordeal, we both allowed the impish sodomist’s thrusts become the motion of our own delicious lovemaking. The fuckers could never take what we have, enjoy what we enjoy together.Afterwards, neither of us could remember how many times we climaxed together. We had both been ass fucked at least three times by each of the dozen demons as they took their turns. Our holes were so used that we could barely feel even the biggest of the mutant dicks. So. These climaxes were almost constant once the creatures inserted themselves, a way of keeping her compliant over the past few days.But still Trisha fought against them, keeping her neck above the water even as they tried to bend her down. It was a small victory, a second's delay before the inevitable. She could feel the ridges and suction cups inside, tickling each canal as they slid and slunk up and down, repeating the same patterns of pleasure until she pulsed, overcome by another orgasm that.