Reaching over to the nite-stand drawer, I fish out the lube, and toss it to Kelso. He and Patroni take turns slicking up, and Kelso grabs Braxton by h...s waist. SLAM—with one brutal force, Kelso slams Braxton in his tite pink Freshman hole, and buries to the hilt. Braxton opens his mouth wide—and lets out a Banshee yell, contorting his face but still, never comes off my dick. Kelso fires back with another slam, hitting him so hard that his balls swung forward, and smacked into Braxton's. A fur pelt was around the waist, and leaves and branches sprouted from its garment. A short spear was close at hand. The cautious movements told me that disguise was very important to this individual.My brain produced the vision of hell in the captured ship and I knew if this individual were found it would be eaten just as it tried to eat the animals it hunted. If that were the case, then the fires represented hunting parties. It seemed that the Dogfaces were capable of clearing the planet in. The back cat drawing, though crude and impulsive, provided her with an icon, something that would make her stand out from the crowd. She spent several days drawing and redrawing the image, altering it until it was a highly stylized, modern-looking logo. It took her two weeks to find a place where she could print out business cards without them being traced back to her, but it was worth the trouble. She now had the hook, all she needed was an opportunity. Another week spent planning, and she was. And she couldn’t stop herself pushing towards his hand, needing a caress to ease the stinging.“Ok." said Mr Brown., as he moved his hand toward the zip on the waist of her skirt. In a matter of seconds the zip was undone and her skirt lay in a heap around her ankles.Thwack! "OoooOOO.” Denise shifted her weight from one leg to the other, trying to do something to nullify the stinging.Thwack!“Nooooo!” she begged. “Please. Stop.”“Stop?” inquired Mr Brown. “I believe we haven’t even started.