C.? I know you've said he was really appreciative of their talents."Meredith considered her reply. Brock had accepted Sam's reasons for cutting off co...tact without explanation but she knew it hurt him that a man he'd considered a friend would push him away so easily. She knew it would hurt him more if he understood that it was her mother who had insisted that Sam cut off contact with Brock as a condition of their attempted reconciliation."I'll call and ask him," she decided. She had long known. We had slow fucked like that several times before. It was one of our favorite winter afternoon pastimes.We fucked for a very long time. As usual I had several orgasms and Marcie did too. Hers were soft little moaning sobbing ones, like a little girl half asleep. I just kept laying on top of her after each, slowly working my cock deep inside her. Soon I would be rock hard again and the cycle of ecstasy would continue.The winter sun was sinking low when Marcie finally asked in a little girl voice. ”“(Hic!)” Béla replied, frowning with misery and unwilling to tell him that he was the reason her stomach was upset.She also didn’t want to tell him she didn’t actually have a stomach, per se. The entire central part of her body was one big digestive system, capable of digesting almost anything it came in contact with. Her muscles and circulatory system were protected from it by an incredibly fast ability of her blood to clot when it came into contact with her digestive system’s acidic. Page batted her eyes and smiled, "Hello Master Carl," she said in a low voice that was almost a whisper."Are you ok?" Carl asked."Yes, I am. How are you? Were you ... Did you ... Were you there?" Page stammered."Yes, but I am ok. I was knocked down and some stuff fell, mostly ceiling tiles and drywall ... I had to push my way out. I helped a few others get free of the debris." At that Carl began to cough. His throat felt like he had swallowed a bag of nails. Page jumped off of his lap and.