Francine brushed her teeth and then took a shower for us.We took a short break and waited for her new fuck partners to arrive. It didn’t take them v...ry long since they had been pre-warned and then were called a while ago. Soon we were introducing Francine to her fellow film stars. Really no introduction was needed since the men were her history teacher, her gym teacher, and her homeroom teacher. The woman present was her librarian. Francine actually talked to them, asked them what they had in. But this new hulk of a man, knew perfectly how to master the situation.Former Willow Rosenberg - now the sensational, pink haired slut HoneyCunt - sat before him with her endless legs crossed. From half closed eyes she stared up at the hulk and played with her impossibly shaped tits. She very well knew they made his cock rise.She wore a skintight black vinyl long-sleeved top.It had a plunging neckline from which she had plucked one of her swollen balloons. Her tight pink skirt rode up and. Becoming a Witcher meant going through a series of tests, back at the Witcher fortress of Kaer Morhen, which few ever survive. Every single person put through the trials is only a child, so that if they pass the tests, their body is able to adapt to the mutations needed for them to become Witcher's. Not everyone survives these mutations, and everyone comes out different than the way they started. "Freak!" Shouted a civilian standing behind his food cart, as Geralt passed by, his horse snarled. ” He kissed my lips, released my face, slipped his tie off, and laid it on the table. Then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his firm and slightly hairy chest. Okay, I’ll admit it, I love men with chest hair, and Kaleb had some of the sexiest chest hair I had ever seen. He slid his shirt off his arms and stood before me shirtless. It was clear he worked out on a regular basis. The dark chest hair, his sculpted abs, made this man a god in my eyes. “Wow,” I said. “What?” “You’re.