As once I released his head from the grasp my thighs had on him he crawled up and kissed me, with my juices fresh on his lips I wanted his cock and I ...anted it now. I ordered him to "fuck me, fuck me now" and he was more then obedient. He pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders, stood me up allowing the dress to fall to the floor, turned me around and bent me over. My cunt was pulsing with the anticipation of his cock, he parted my pussy lips with his fingers and rubbed his cock with my. Okay, no-one in his right mind should argue with a guy with a submachine gun, but he had made a mistake by coming too close to me – and I certainly wasn’t in my right mind. Probably hadn’t been for a while.Before he noticed, I had my own finger behind the trigger, preventing him from pulling it. It hurt my finger when he tried, but nothing happened. Something of this warned his friend and and I could see his gun raising in our direction. I made sure that the body of the first thug stayed. . easily led.The vomited globule of ore completes its arc in the river ... it splashes and steams ... a wels catfish slinks out of its hide in the riverbank and swallows the trophy whole ... serious mistake. Although the crust is grey, the interior is still molten. The gigantic fish is cooked from the inside out. It thrashes its way over the dam that forms the huge pond and the corpse begins a long journey that ends in the Baltic Sea.By the time our catfish tumbles over rocks, rots, loses flesh. "What's so funny?" I asked, my voice came smooth and light. A thousandbutterfly wings tickled my skin as my thighs and my bum filled out."The wonder on your face." I'm a girl!" All the times I had spoken those words, made wishes of themas though my own determination could make them true."You've always been a girl." But now..." Do you like it?" She led me from the door, back to the mirror and Istarted to pull back, as though what had been done could be reversed if Isaw the old, skinny, boy me.