You could hear the chips slowly hit the floor, along with his jaw. He was wearing his “Sunday gone to church” outfit, as he called it. Charcoal su...t, white shirt, cream tie. His tie clip was a picture holder, with little pictures of their three children. Xenia ran her hand down the tie, stroking his chest and rubbing her fingers over the pictures. “WOW!” he finally said, finding his voice. He slowly lowered down to pick up the chips, but was failing miserably at it as his eyes were glued to. I had already cocked it.“How many bullets does your pistol have?” Maria asked, her tongue elongating as she licked her lips - sliding down to lick each of her hard nipples, leaving them glistening.I smirked, slightly. “Enough.”The Warrior Brood leaped at me. I shot it in the head. The head painted the wall with bits of brain and blood and the Worker Brood hopped onto his creation’s back, like she was a horse. The hybrid snarled at me, then drove forward. Her body smashed into the wall. I don’t think I could move right now if I tried.”“A helpless victim, caught by my stunning beauty?” She cocked an eyebrow. “I’ve only heard of that one in fairy tales.”“It’s not every day a guy gets to see a mermaid in the flesh.” I chuckled. “It’s obviously having an effect on you.” She smiled, letting her eyes dart to the tent in the front of my pants. I couldn’t have even blushed or felt ashamed; I was too caught in her game.“Can you blame me? I told you, this may as well be a dream. The. And do you like my little titties Mr Keith-from-the-river?”Keith Poata once again found himself at a loss for words. It wasn’t everyday that he had a fifteen year old girl asking him to give an appraisal of her ‘titties’.Keith gave another nervous swallow before turning to look down at the girl’s puffy breasts. They indeed were very cute. The skin around the yet undeveloped breast region had just the faintest hint of a residual tan line from six months of constant exposure to the air and the.