“It’s empty,” he told her, barely able to form words through his horniness. “You have to reload.”Annalisa frowned for a moment, not having t...e slightest idea how to do that. Then she grunted, losing her balance and falling backward as Tabatha shot her in the chest.“Uggh! Hey!” Annalisa grunted. “Time out! I have to reload-Oonk!”Tabatha had picked up her other gun and started emptying it at Annalisa. With a bullet hole in each lung and two in her belly, she was barely able to hold the heavy. Sarah already had that look of desire and need. That wonderful, sultry look a woman gets when she needs to be fucked -- when she desperately wants to be fucked. “Your wonderful cock is now mine,” she said, making it very clear who was now in charge. She moved forward and placed her hands on my thighs. With her tongue alone, she teased and tickled the swollen head of my cock, my balls, and the long, hard shaft. My head fell back against the chair and I enjoyed the pleasurable sensations, as. I am sopping wet! I hear your zipper go down and look back to see that marvelous cock eased out in the open. Its been so long and yet it is exactly as I remember it. It springs to life as soon as its released from your pants and I feel it spread my lips apart easily. You start fucking me slowly at first and my hands grip the faucet tightly as I look in the mirror to watch your face. You’re looking down, watching yourself enter and exit my tight juicy pussy, and then you look up at me to. It's why I left America. Oh, we don't have the epic battles of our legends. The only way to kill Us is to burn our bodies to a charred husk. A lot of it these days looks like arson, electrical fires, that sort of thing. My departed life-mate, Alexandra, was killed in a vehicle accident. It was the Others.”“How do you know?”“She was hit by a gasoline tank truck. It rammed her car, half ran over it. Gas was pouring out of the belly of the tanker all over the wreckage my life-mate was pinned.