Shelly was even kind enough to share it." Shelly? She's a social media addict. She must have a thousand friendson there." Closer to 1800, actually." I...ve got to go look." You've got to serve dinner. Set the table. What goes on your Facebookpage is none of your business."She sat at the table and made me bring her food as if I were a waiter ina fancy restaurant. As I set her plate down, she reached under my skirtand grabbed my raw penis between two fingers."Hey, that hurts!" It's been well over. .. until she had given in to the impulse to lift her dress at the ATM.Another impulse was coming to her, a strong urge to close her lips around her son’s cock, to taste it, lick it, suck on it. It was a crazy desire, because Sarah had always felt revulsion for that when anyone ever mentioned such things. Women that allowed a man to put his cock in their mouths were sluts, whores, she told herself before. A man pissed out of that thing, how could any decent woman take it into her mouth? Yet that. And then just a little beyond them. Her gag reflex was almost triggered by the contact of cocktip against the back of her throat. She dug her fingernails into the sides of his thighs and Brad immediately pulled back until just his head was in her mouth. She leaned her face back and saw an upside down Brad looking down at her."Sorry, Brenda... I'll be good from now on... just let me fuck your pretty mouth for a few minutes!" Brad leaned further up her reclining body and then began to slowly pump. By the time Matthews has her carbine raised it is already too late. Kazubeil on one of its swings tears through it along with one of the roots, shredding the weapon in two pieces. She falls back onto her back and attempts to scoot back further as the creature looms over her. ‘Back off you ugly mother fucker!’ Mason yells just before he opens up with his carbine. Before the creature even has time to turn around Mason peppers its back with gunfire, sending pieces of flesh, blood and whatever.