Umm let me thinkWhat could I do to kick it off how bout I cum all on your dick and then I lick it off.I mean it's something so funny when it get soft ... like to play with itSqueeze it like a stress ball he say he like to hear the sound of me slurpin it.Turn off his phone cause them hoes keep churpin it.Tell me that I get the fattest pussy in the whole world and if I let him eat it I can be his o girl.Fuck I look like turning down some head I mean that's sorta like a bird turning down some. ”“If you say so. This is just too damned freaky,” Tracy says in response as she takes her baton in hand and passes through the gate with Brandon.Doing their best to be aware of their surroundings, they follow the force that is guiding them like an invisible hand. An hour later, the two of them find themselves coming to an old dried-up riverbed.This place has been dry for ages, and the soft mud long since dried into a rock hard substance. There are signs of water-worn stones all over the place,. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she repeated slowly. She’d yelled herself hoarse, screaming Leda’s name.Hobbling to the record-shop bag, she snatched it up and searched out the Baby Ruth bars at the bottom. She’d bought one and gotten one free from Mr. Klause, when he’d rung up her sale and bagged her items. The bars were all the food she had; she had no water, at all, so locating Leda’s kitchen and/or a bathroom topped her list of things to do. She could also use an Ace Bandage for her fucking left foot.. ” And so it was, a box on the kitchen table held a deep-dish pizza already sliced. There was a slice on each of two plates at facing places at the table. A bottle of red wine and two wine glasses shared the table with them. A light was beginning to dawn.“How long did I sleep?”“Little more than an hour. Hungry?” Surprisingly, she was.“Yes. Should I dress? Did you get the wine on the same trip?”“I already had the wine. Not opened in case you’d want to eat something else. You are dressed,.