It looked like a person.“Hello!” Corec called out. He stepped in front of the others. “Who are you? Can you understand me?”The figure didn’t...speak, but slowly shuffled closer to the light. Treya drew in a sharp breath. It was a man, but he was naked and his left arm was missing. His skin was darkened and bruised. He was looking their way, but with a blank stare, not focusing on anything.“Bloody hell,” Corec muttered. He raised his voice. “Do you need help?”The uneasy sensation Treya had felt. Jolene raked her eyes over his body hungrily as she imagined what his flesh looked like underneath his satin shirt. She could picture a sculpted set of pecs stacked upon the glory of 8 pack abs surrounded by chiseled obliques.The first throb of her clitoris rocked her body as her mouth watered with want. Jolene wanted to run and rub her hands over his body from dawn until dusk, and even then she did not want to stop. With so much want running through her veins, her clit throbbed again. The new. It was also so hot that my grandmother was staring at my hard precum wet cock. I climbed onto the bed between my grandmothers bent knees and pointed my cock at her soaked pussy. I was so gone. I reached up and grabbed my grandmothers wrists and pulled them down. She looked away embarrassed and I released her wrists. I then scooted forward a little more and started entering her. Her eyes closed tight and her head rolled to her left. I groaned loud. She felt so good. I pushed it as far as I could. It was alien in there. Cold and stark white and not a soul in sight. Frigid floor, walls, ceiling, totally unmarked, and curtains that sat absolutely still. The wind moaned past the window, and it was as if the room sighed with loneliness."Not so impressed with the TV," Brandon asked, looking up from his tray, which now contained two soda cans and some dishes of snack food."Not so impressed with the lack of people to watch it," I said, shivering.Brandon gave me a speculative glance, but handed.