I can't take another . . . oh please have mercy . . .”Your eyes slowly blink, as you can now make out the desperate husky cries of a woman panting f...r breath, though your vision fails to return.“You should have thought of that before you tried to get revenge on me!” A manly baritone growl cruelly cuts the frantic pleas of the woman short. “Now the tables are turned and you're going learn your lesson! So take it, bitch!”“Nooo!!!!!” the woman screams in rapturous anguish as the rhythmic sound of. Julie and Sara may have missed it, but I haven't. I'll move out to the trailer when we get back. I likely only have a few more days." Still, clean yourself up in the hopes you can minimize it. There's no sense giving in to pessimism. We're assuming some of us can fight this disease, so it's important we resist as much as we can."David got up but resisted the impulse to help Maggie to her feet. He left Maggie to find a hose, hurrying back to Alice.When he got there, he found someone he didn't. “You are beautiful, child,” the voice said. “As beautiful as mine were.”“Do you still miss them?” asked the girl.“I am still standing here, waiting for them. I miss their joyous voices, crying out in pleasure.”“I cry out in pleasure at their story, Ado. Sometimes at night, under the sheets, I feel my wetness and tell myself the story of Hannah and Paltith.”“Feel your wetness now, my child. Cry out in pleasure for me.”The girl reached under her dress. Her cunt was still wet from hearing the tale. I feel as if I have to physically possess your body in order to regain control of myself. That's the only way I see out of this dilemma. I protect my identity religiously as an erotic author because included among the type of cocks and cunts who read my stories for excitement to improve their sex lives are also lots of unbalanced degenerates that would unmask me and expose me to my neighbors, friends, and business associates who would be repulsed if they knew about my far out voyeuristic sexual.