" How are you feeling?" Mary asked when Johnny began to stir."My face is sore! What happened? How bad was I hurt?" he asked as hisfingers brushed acro...s his face. His lips seemed swollen. "Just like theyfelt when I lost in the Golden Gloves Regional," he remembered from hisyouth."Not bad at all. You just received a couple of small scrapes and a bruisewhen they cut off your hair." My hair! Oh, No!" he cried. "What changes have occurred in my body thistime?" Your body has not changed much as far. And to a lot of the other guys, too. She is a dish, a looker, a babe - whatever the current slang is.Her name is Donna Newby, and she is about as tall as I am and wears awful short skirts. Yeah, Newby, honest. Like most of the other reporters, she carries a tiny tape recorder and a folded notepad. She wears glasses, big-framed glasses that slide down her short nose, and she looks as serious as anyone can who is that pretty and long-legged. I have no idea what color she thinks her hair is. I. She gets on her knees and licks the head and begins working her tongue down the shaft. I moan a little before she thrusts her mouth on it and sucks like it will the last thing she tastes. Her tongue caresses the head as she sucks licking up any pre-cum that comes out. I reach over and stick my hand under her dress to find she is wet. I feel her lips that are slick with her juices. I stick a finger in and feels her clit. She moans a sigh of relief on my cock. I play with her clit while she moves. “I’m kind of hungry, and I can’t leave until the weather’s better.”“OK,” Ingrid replies, smiling.There’s a lot more going on, but in other words, it’s a normal Friday at CCL… except for the weather.And except for the fact that one of the women in the CCL house is a killer. Pretty soon she’ll don her costume, pick up her knife, and the screams of pleasure that normally provide the soundtrack in this house will be replaced by screams of terror. Horniness will be replaced by bloodiness.SAPPHIC.