‘Fine then. We’ll see how many we each get, and the loser pays for the next inn.’ With this final agreement, the two men snuck into the hall and...parted ways. Furen made his way quickly down through the hallway, glancing ocassionaly into the rooms on each side, relying more on his well honed instincts to alert him to danger as he stalked the silent assassins. A slight twinge made him quickly turn into a room on his left, kicking the door asunder in a powerful motion as he surveyed the sparse. She paused and then as she adjusted the drapes called out. "My lift has arrived, night, night". The next thing the husband heard was the door close. He really didn't care what time she got back, he could be up glued to the TV or working on the computer for he was a tutor or he could be in bed and if he was wouldn't know when she got home for he had his own room, a situation that had existed for many years. He proceeded to cook his own meal; something that he did anyway for he was the main chef,. "I'm sorry, Jess, Miles is sick and I've got to run home. Do you think you can find a ride home?" Marcy's voice was hopeful, she hated the idea of leaving her friend but she had no other choice. Miles was Marcy's three-year-old son and meant the world to her."No problem, Marc, I'll call a cab or something." Jessica was leaning more towards the or something when she noticed Connor heading her way.He reached her just as Marcy left and he gave her one of his dazzling smiles. "Ms. Bryant." He. Like a pool filtration system, exotic semen would pump inside the girl until the long, drawn-out process was completed.As she gasped from the rush of the new sensation, Carmen's throat filled with the first spurt of thick, lumpy feed that smelled and tasted exactly like nut batter, probably sharing a distant Precambrian ancestor with human spermatozoa. She swallowed the load as best she could, but one gulp was never enough to clear her mouth and the next rope always came faster than the last.