Calix turned the key and threw open the cage, letting the savage beast within him loose.In the back of his mind, Calix realized this was the distracti...n he needed. The encounter with Bristol had been unsatisfying. He’d been painted into a mediating role he wasn’t certain suited him. Then, when he’d heard the gunshot and known he hadn’t made the difference he’d hoped for, that Bristol had taken his own life, it had rankled Calix, setting him on edge. He felt like he had failed – and he hated the. He was taking pictures with his cell phone while he rubbed his rough hands all over my ass, feeling me out, pulling my cheeks apart, fingering my tight hole. I was up against the back seat, looking back I saw his giant cock throbbing madly as he fingered my ass, his buddy driving the carpool kept glancing in the rearview mirror to sneak a peak of my sweet ass flexing as I shifted my hips back and forth. I arched my back and stuck my ass out as he pulled my crack wide apart, my tight. He knew right off that it would be Lynne on the phone. He was hesitant to pick it up. "Hello?" "Hi sugar." Barry heard his own voice sing through the ear piece. "I'm working late and alone tonight, sweetheart and can't help but feel horny when I think of my dutiful wife. Why don't you forget dinner and get your butt down at Mac Given and Sons in the outfit you wore before the snowfall." Barry hated it when Lynne ordered him around. He knew he lacked options as he wrapped a coat around their. .. if you started treatment today, what would my chances be?" Well..." we could both see he didn't much like the question, "it's quite a rare condition, so the figures... " Janet just looked at him steadily, "I'd say you would have about a fifty percent chance of surviving to five years, at which time we would consider you cured." Fifty percent. No, doctor, I'm going to keep my baby. Even if I were prepared to kill it, I wouldn't on a fifty percent chance of surviving myself."Erica was born in.