She certainly liked to talk, and dominated most of the dinner-table conversations.She was the one who came up with a unique solution for dealing with ...he problem of having two Petes in the house. She started calling us Pete and Repete, and soon everyone in the family was calling me Repete. Snookie seemed especially eager to use my new name. That may have been her way of getting even with me for using her dreaded family nickname. If I was going to call her Snookie, she was going to call me. Suddenly I found myself being lifted into the air, my clothes being ripped off, and suddenly I realized that Wyman isn't wearing his sunglasses. His eyes aren't normal, but more lizard like. I started to scream as Wyman said, "I like it when you scream."Wyman grabs his face and begins to peal his skin away, revealing a brown, scaly surface. I screamed again and felt Fleck's snake like tongue licked up my back. "We've got some unfinished business Ms. Perry."He slams my body onto the table next. Roll over.” I turned over and my cock stood straight up and I could feel a slight ache in my balls. She rubbed her hands with oil and began to jerk me off. Very slowly taking each hand and running it up and down my hardened shaft. “You may as well enjoy this part as I don’t get to do this very often,” she said as she increased the tempo of her hand job on my quivering dick. “Wh-why is that?” I managed to choke out, feeling the pressure build in my balls. “Oh most of my clients are women. I. It was great!"Dear," he said to me, "Why don't you let me bury you in the sand?" He loved to bury me in the sand up to my neck and then pretend to walk away."Sure," I answered.He dug a hole in the sand about two feet deep and about two feet square. I stepped into it and kneeled down and then he filled the hole back up. My head was sticking out of the sand like I was some kind of sand monster about to pounce on unsuspecting passersby, if there were passersby on the beach at this hour."Hey love,".