I'm going to suggest we need a lot more complicated way to kill each other than guns. So far spiked clubs look pretty good as an argument."I laughed. ...You're not serious!" Quite serious. We're supposed to push for unusual arguments, and this should be a good one. Last week we were arguing rape, and one of the men suggested every rapist be given a gender change operation and put in the General Population in a men's prison." Bit harsh." There were feminists who liked it." Of course they would.. I could move my eyes in their sockets and I could move my head slightly from side to side and up and down slightly in any direction. It was enough for me to see what the slugs were doing to my tits and nipples but it wasn't enough for me to see the twelve inch long hot pulsing slimy fiend between my legs but I could feel it. When I searched for the mirror I found it not six feet away in the shrubs. Now I could see all the things that were being done to me as well as feel them.The sucking at my. "Better make it quick," Shawn said.And she did. She sucked on him hard, and wrapped her hand around his shaft and pumped it, bringing him to climax quickly. She tasted his salty load and tried to swallow it, but it was way too much. She coughed and it began spilling down her chin. She stood up and wiped it from her mouth."Fuck, that was a load. What the hell?"Shawn retreated, looking a little dazed that he has just had a blow job."Damn, that was sweet!" Shawn said.Then she saw Mr. Nameless. "We've been at it since three-thirty. It's impossible." His sated prick felt as if it had been basted and roasted.Vixen, not bothering to dress, her throbbing vagina still oozing and her nipples still hard, set up her easel and got out her acrylics and a paper cup of water. She looked at what she had done, a canvas of cobalt sky and sienna hillsides and squirted a glob of burnt umber on her pallet, the discarded top from a container of cole slaw.Cocking her head and smiling as she thought about.