Then another, and another. The fourth catches you on the right calf right beside the run. The gobs dribble down your legs. The train stops. The doors...slide open. A tide of people rush out of the train, carrying you with them like a piece of driftwood. On the platform you step out of the flow and pause away from everyone heading onto the escalator. You examine the backs of your legs. Creamy wet splotches dot the shiny black fabric of your stockings. You look around, trying to catch sight of. “What scraps?” the twins asked.“When the men prepare the various cuts of meat, there are always trimmings that are removed; fat, gristle, bones and other things that shouldn’t be included in high quality custom cuts of meat. Some of these scraps are used in the preparation of the sausages and wursts that we make, but most of it is waste. The majority of butchers and meat packers have a large and expensive disposal problem because of this. We don’t because I employ so many Weres. They take it. Brett removed his hand, allowing Teresa to lower her head while wrapping her lips around the head of his cock.“Damn that feels good,” Brett said, when Teresa’s lips slid down to the base of his cock, taking it completely in her hot mouth. He was not as well-endowed as Mark, which made Brett’s cock much easier to suck. When he ejaculated in his mother’s mouth, she swallowed his cum like the slut she was supposed to be now. Once Teresa had sucked Brett’s cock dry, she raised her head and said in. This year I’m the second non-volunteer to arrive, and the person who beat me looks interesting.Setting up my folding chair I sit down on the right hand of the old lady in the large floppy hat and say, “Morning, Ma’am. It sure looks like a nice day for the run!”She turns her head to smile at me while saying, “It sure feels warm, and Sarah’s coat feels so warm after only a few minutes of lying here.” I grin while she rubs the head of the dog under her left hand. “At ninety-two I’m way too old to.