A huge part of him cursed the fact that he didn’t die when they were shot down out of the sky, and that he even survived when he landed on the rocks... Why couldn’t he have snapped his neck when he fell? It would have been easier. But it seemed like he cheated death only to prolong his inevitable fate, as if the devil himself was toying with him. He tried to be strong — he wanted to be strong, but defeat was working its way into his mind and planting its roots. God, please just kill me, he. "God, I love you like this. You're socute and girly already!"I looked down and away, my arms still around her."Hey, look at me. Tell me you don't love this."I slowly looked up to her, into her beautiful green eyes. "It's just somuch. I-- I do love how all these clothes feel. Especially the stockings.My feet do hurt but I don't think I'd ever feel this girly in my life.And yes, I'm extremely horny."Jen kissed me again. "I'm glad you like it so much. I can't believe howmuch I'm enjoying it!" She. My apprehension rose as I wondered what questions Cynthia must have for Cindy and how Cindy was responding to them. I closed the door and finished dressing quickly. The last thing we needed was Cynthia running home to her parents asking questions about what she had just witnessed.When I came into the bedroom they had moved to the living room. I followed them into that room to find them talking animatedly to each other, on the couch. Cindy had Mr. Whisker's in her lap trying to rub his stomach. Zio Anselmo era in piedi di spalle a torso nudo , spalle larghe e massicce, indossava un paio di mutande si giro e notai un enorme gonfiore che mi incuriosì non poco. Probabilmente mi soffermai a guardarlo più del dovuto perché un sorriso comparve sul suo volto, si sdraio a pancia in su e spense la luce.Mi misi come sempre la pancia sotto con lo sguardo rivolto verso la figura dello zio, lui era a pancia in su e continuavo a guardare quel gonfiore che sembrava crescere sempre più fin quando.