Was I trying to…well, we don’t have a word for seduce.When we reached my small hut, it was dark. I noticed Lynereu had to duck to enter, which I t...ought was funny.She heard my laughing, Oh Siraye, your race is always at joy with the realm. How I do wish every creature would have your disposition.She eyed my bedding, simple yet effective: dry grass, pine needles, and lavender flowers for a nice fragrance. But it was so small.Don’t worry, she said as if she read my mind. I went to light a candle. . two small bottled waters, some celery,some spreadable cheese and three bottles of lemonade vodka cooler. "Youneed some damn groceries Zoe," I complained aloud.I snatched up a vodka cooler, swung the fridge door shut and made myway to the living room still shivering.After shuffling around the coffee table, I plopped my cute new ass downon the couch, taking a moment to pull my thong out of the crevice of myass once again. I pulled a blanket off the back of the couch andwrapped it around myself,. I shockingly flinched. Not knowing who’s it was.Heather turned around, “Kyle! No!” seeing that he was taking my cock into his mouth.“Boy, you just record this,” Vic told him. Vic then grunted out, grabbing his cock and started stroking it. Heather squatted back on my face, as Vic shot streams of cum all over Heather’s face. Her mouth opened, her tongue flicked at the underside of his cock, as stream, after stream shot out.Heather turned to Kyle, taking the camera from him. “Record this,” she. "Drown witch. Drown witch," Charles and the other kids would mock her.Charles never told anyone about his dreams but he thought that they must have been memories of his childhood life in Constantinople's Lot. The strange thing was that he never really remembered the things he did in this town or what kind of person he had been. As far as the dreams were concerned, he was some kind of bully and Charles asked himself if it had all been true. Charles felt guilty for even dreaming that he would.