Or maybe John felt pity? Dion didn’t want anyone’s pity. To think that he had tried to explain to the man why he wasn’t so thrilled to have sex....He shook his head, feeling sadness washing over him. What was going to be? John angry all the time, thinking of how Dion used to just bend for everyone like a doormat? Or John walking around like on egg shells, because he was afraid Dion just might break if someone as much as breathed in his presence?For what it was worth, the man had done for Dion. It was glistening with cunt juice. "How bad do you want it, slut?" "Very bad! Please put it back in!" He shoved it back in and then gave it to her hard for about a minute. I could feel Jen tense as she was about to cum. Before she did, Andre pulled out again. "Now do you want it, whore?" He pulled her hair and slapped her ass repeatedly the way she loves it. "Oh, God, give it to me, please fuck me!" she begged. "Your hubby is going to have to watch me stretch you out. Do you want him to see. It hadn't been a dream - it was real, I was lying in bed... a student's bed, in her very pretty body I knew I had to have a quiet chat with Misty in my body and discover what was going to happen! I glanced at the slim lovely fingers that were now my property. I lay there and rubbed my fingers gently against my warm, moist vagina. It was so incredible. Two days in this body and I had spent every spare moment masturbating! I wasn't too sore though I thought I ought to cut down a bit...I got out. He didn't realize he had been helped by an LPer until its head wasblown off a second later. The robot fell against Alan as he whipped uphis gun and shot the gunman in the shoulder.They were in all directions, beating and shooting Parksiders and LPers.The first wave had been frightened so badly by the sudden resurgence ofrobots, many had turned heel and collided with the second wave. Onlyhalf were armed with guns, which explained why so many were wieldingbilly clubs and bayonets. The second.