I made her really horny, and now she wants real sex in her house and we both went inside her bedroom, as I hugged her from behind as I am not able to ...o anything in her ass in theatre because we were sitting, now I just patted with my hands in his ass and I started to kiss in her neck, head and in his long lovely hairs, now I removed her jeans and tops and she is standing only with blue wet panties, she now removed my shirt and my pants and my 7inch dick hits his hand, and now she becomes happy. When he stopped gun he pulled his cock out of the hole and walked out. I licked the cum off of my lips and took some of it to stroke my cock as I started watching porn again. A few minutes went by when an arm reached thru the hole and grabbed my cock. The part that really surprised this young country boy that had only seen black guys on TV and in passing when we went to Lexington was the fact that his arm was black. He rubbed my cock and balls then pulled his arm back and then put it back. ”“I thought you said we’d be fucked.”“Yes, you are. But the girls in the story aren’t told that. They just think they’re making a horror movie. Part of the horror is that they get raped before they are slaughtered. And in the story they are really slaughtered. That’s the horror part of it.”“So when do we get fucked?”“Right before you have the bolt shot into your brain, while you are waiting in line, my helpers—played by my sons—will rape you. We’ll get lots of close up shots of them fucking. ’ ‘Blake Sullivan, my biological grandfather, your grandfather’s best friend. They met fifty years ago in the military and when I came to Portland for school he asked me to keep an eye on you, so, I said okay.’ He continued to admit, making sure to avoid eye contact. Krissette suddenly had an epiphany. ‘Wait a minute, your name is Twain? You’re named after my grandfather!’ Kriss suddenly took his cheek from his hand and his eyes grew wide. ‘Yes, Twain Mark Sullivan, that’s me.’ ‘My.