.. the slime had gone through the same way it had reversed through her digestive tract, a thin trickle through a tight opening, forming back into the ...arger tentacles on the other side, with a mere thread of black ooze maintaining an active connection to the pool. Her body was no longer hers, its utter violation complete. Her last sacred place was now a playground for the vile goo. She let loose a tortured scream, louder and longer than any so far. A scream that echoed from the very depths of. I came to another clearing, this one was smaller, with no picnic tables. I saw another guy lying on a towel on the ground tanning. This was the guy I wanted! He was just my type. He was in his 40's, with salt and pepper hair and a trimmed mustache. He had a stocky, but solid build, with a treasure trail leading from his pecs down to his tummy. He was wearing a pair of blue square cut trunks that showed off what looked like a hefty package.I took out a towel from my backpack and spread it out on. "I want you." I whispered into his ear as he responded with just a smile. His hands moved under my top pushing it slowly up my body as his hands came in contact with my skin a soft sound left my lips as if to tell him that I was in heaven. He pushed my top up further over my head and dropped it to the side of the bed.As I laid there without my shirt feeling the wind from outside slowly blowing over my body his lips pressed against mine again. I moved my head up slightly moving my tongue into. I slipped my arm around her and rested my hand on her shoulder, drawing her in closer.She gently massaged my cock, in silence, through the thin fabric of my jogging shorts. I arched my back and slipped my jogging shorts down my legs, along with my underwear, allowing Johnson to meet my house guest.She took my cock into her hands and gently massaged it, without saying a word. Precum leaked from the tip end of my cut. She used a lone finger to spread it around the bulbous tip of my manhood. We.