I wanted to touch her, kiss her, fuck her ... but damn, she had a boyfriend and worked closely with me at the office. I just didn't want to make a mov... in a situation that could turn into a nightmare.As it turned out, I didn't have to make that decision because she made a move on me."Mark, do you like my tits?" Um ... yeah, yeah, of course I do. You have a great figure." I've noticed you looking at them from time to time at the office and I just wanted you to know, I approve."Well, I wasn't. Also, she needed a new wig, the 1 she had on was covered incum too.Angel finally was empty of cock & was ALSO VERY satisfied too. She told us guysthat she had LOVED every minute of the fucking we had given her over the last 9or so hours. And she had been fucked a LOT too. I figure we fucked her at least150 to 160 times somewhere.Angel then stood there totally naked as she slowly drank down her cup of soda &cum with us watching her. Then she licked the last bit of it off the rim too.Now she was. Josh was able to see Jeff’s car turn the corner just as he pulled into the drive way. When Josh entered the house the first thing he noticed was his mother kneeling before the chair waiting for him to come in and sit down. She looked very sexy to him tonight. Her hair had that look a woman has when she’s been rode hard and put away wet look to it. Her face was still covered in Jeff’s cum. Her breasts, stomach, and legs were wet from where Jeff’s cum had dripped on to them. Josh removed his. And the object he had beheld was apparent. There lay the boy, the Host. He was naked from the waste down, and covered in filth. His throat had been messily hacked into by what appeared to be a very dull butcher’s knife. One could surmise how painful his death must have been. Thompson was the first to speak. ‘By all that is holy, we are too late!’ ‘Of course you are, you idiot. You always are. You try to break the cycle, but I will not allow it.’ ‘We may be too late to save the boy, but we are.