The thick leather of his pants ripped away, but the whipper didn’t get the mouthful of flesh it wanted. Its long, razor-sharp teeth, however, still ...ouged Yves’s thigh-deep enough, for it to start bleeding freely down his leg.By reflex alone, Yves swung the now repossessed spear in the direction of the whipper, and the head of the spear smashed into its head, knocking it for six. Yves and his brother both drove their spears into the downed whipper.Jahn had also managed to clout his when it. He soon forgot what he came into the kitchen for as his hand was wrapped around his cock. He soon found himself rubbing and tugging on cock, as he continued to watch Gina. He could only imagine how tight that small little pussy was. It took him about two minutes of stroking before he felt his balls start to get tight and his cock start to throb. He closed his eyes as he blew his load across the kitchen, after several seconds he opened his eyes and made sure that no one had seen him. Gina was. Guard.” Within three seconds I heard the car door slammed shut again.A few hours later I fished the meat from the pot and got the bones from the flesh. I threw the meat back in the pot and went for a few bowls, filled them and strolled to the car. The woman opened her door and I gave her one bowl with a spoon. She demanded;“What is it?” I answered as short in return;”Stew for a shrew”, and left. It took her ten strides to whimper;”Please talk to me?” It didn't sound a plea to me. She still. You?” James sat down on the end of the couch, took off his coat and hat. “Aside from one gentleman who is a bit… difficult, my day went well.” Marcy slicked save, closed the office door and switched to her more comfortable arm chair. James was a tall skinny young mouse of twenty three, with a buck toothed smile that probably melted any girl’s heart. As they talked and covered a few high and low points of the last two weeks since she saw him; Marcy’s butterflies seemed to get a little.