It looked and sounded like an old black and white television that had no antenna attached to it. Then I was able to focus my eyes. I saw to my left ab...ve plastic Basra Rasa a young couple. He was handsome in his read hair and beard. She looked like a black haired, younger, slightly fatter very ample version of Deborah. He put his right arm around "Deborah" as they both smiled. They said cute little soft baby type words about me being their little baby. As they did I tried to reach out with my. She smiled and walked right at me. I held it up to her breasts while she tied the one set of strings behind her back. When she grabbed a hold of the other set I sat back to watch. She tied them around her neck and then made quite a bit of effort putting her B-cup breasts back into her bikini top properly. When she was done she asked me how she looked. I replied that she looked magnificent and even better topless. She smiled and said that I should see her bottomless some time. I told her that I. I pant into her neck, hips twitching a little with aftershocks. I feel her sigh happily as she strokes my hair and back lovingly, holding me while I come down too. I lift my head to kiss her while I hold her tight against me, walking to the bed and lying down together, not yet ready to lose the connection we share. I’m not quite done with her yet. As I finally pull out, she whines a little at the loss, but she doesn’t have time to mourn before I slide two fingers right back inside of her and. Roja squeezed harder. In a long moment, it was all over. He held Brant at arm's length and squeezed the life out of him. Brant's feet danced on the floor in the timeless jazz of nerveless death. His eyes lost their wet glow, and a spread of piss and the scent of offal announced Brant's demise. Roja dropped the body to the floor. He looked at the men around him."I am Roja! I am your Champion!" The men murmured and voiced their assent. "He came to murder me in the night like a woman!"Low growls.