And yet Marissa was still enjoying the casual warmth of our kiss, just platonic affection compared to my flaming desire.It was taking me a while to ge... used to this sensation. Here I was, red hot and horny; and I knew my body was pumping out über-pheremones like nothing else. But after so much time (and so much semen), Marissa was impervious to my effect. So I was going to have to do this the old-fashioned way.I tickled her.Marissa was quite ticklish, and at the very least it always got her. Absolutely none! But he loved it when they tried. The look on their shocked, surprised, frightened, and stupid human faces always made him enjoy fucking their tight, young pussies, and violating their, warm, young bodies, all the more rougher, and harder. He laughed despicably, as he sped along, on all-fours, to get to Grandpa's house before her.Meanwhile, in another part of the woods, Grandpa, who had not washed, or changed his grubby underwear, for almost a whole week, was sitting in his. I could feel my phone vibrating in my jeans pocket. Probably Vanessa.Wexler took off his black leather jacket, tossed it to the floor. Pulled a knife from his front pocket of his jeans and snicked it open with a quiet click. I was starting to reclaim my sense of ... my predicament. Starting to think a little more clearly.Carefully, almost delicately, he cut my sweater open. Because I was taped to the chair, it took a few minutes to slice off my top. The bra was easier. Pistol tucked in his. "Cute!" she said.It felt weird with all my hair pulled tightly back. She let me look ina hand mirror. Then she took a curling iron and created some curlywhispies on the sides. "Oh yes, his hair does look cute! Looks perfect on him! The little bowis a nice feminine touch too, The curls on the sides really set thestyle off" chimed Cindy. A few minutes later, Cindy was done painting my nails. Cindy took some more pictures. Mostly of my mom sitting next to me. Weboth smiled. "For the baby.