" Stand-by, Roadrunner. I think we have you on radar now. Say again your situation?" Coyote Base, we're coming down fast with zero instrumentation. An... something up here zapped us. Gave me a goddamn migraine!" Copy that Roadrunner. We are tracking your descent through angels seven. Maintain your approach. Can you ID what hit you?" Negative, Coyote Base. Though I suspect we may have just learned Santa Claus exists." Say again, Roadrunner?" I cannot confirm, Coyote Base. But whatever hit us is. “You don’t leave anything to the imagination, do you?” she said as Marce entered the room.Marce looked down at herself and realized that she was still naked. “I guess I’ve changed a little since we last talked,” she said with a smile.“So have I,” Shell said softly as she pushed the covers off her own naked body. She then sat up on the bed and patted the mattress next to herself. As Marce sat down next to her, Shell pulled her into a close, but not overly-tight embrace. “You’re free to walk out. I havent ate anything 3 days, since I escaped from that ring sir I am really hungry (Oh, boy what a poor little kiddie, but I couldnt just loose my biggest chance, it was a very nice catch). Boy…um, would you like to have something to eat? I took a sandwich out of my jeans pocket and give a half to the boy. He was so hungry that he finished his half 30 seconds before me!, man that was a minute and a half sooner!, what a pity little boy, you know. (But spontaneously this was just part of the. With the zipper released, my jeans collapsed to the floor. Sarah continued to smile, but I thought I noticed something new in her eyes–a hint of sexual arousal. "In for a dime, in for dollar," I said, hooking my thumbs in the waistband and sliding my briefs off. My cock leapt free, bouncing up and down until it finally came to a rest, sticking straight out from my torso. In all honesty, I've never actually measured myself. All I can say is that I'm tall and skinny, and from what I've seen in.