”“I will reduce my size, Eric you know me. I am Gwen”That response caught me completely off guard. Was this some sort of holographic projection?...Was this a life from that perhaps mimicked or copied the personality or voice of the victims it killed or perhaps ate? Why could things not stay easy and normal around me? It seemed there was always another door opening revealing something completely knew, always when I thought I had something figured out. I opened the response channel.“Alright let us. This was beyond anything he had dreamed. However, he wasn't certain that Thomas would go along.Amy asked John to talk to Thomas and see if he was willing.John called Thomas the next day and invited him to lunch. When they met at their favorite pub, Thomas seemed a little shy. John knew how he felt. He and John hadn't talked since Saturday night, primarily because neither felt comfortable with what had happened. Neither of them regretted it but both of them considered themselves macho guys.The. " And she began beating Jen's ass. So now he had a quandary. Did he keep this going til he came into the girls' throat, probably signaling an end to the festivities? Or did he let the beating continue for as long as he could hold off, then stop to see what else Jen had in mind? It took all the discipline he could muster but in the end he made a decision which, looking back, he believed was the right one. For a long while he let his aching but eager cock simply revel in this deep penetration of. She bounced awkwardly, her diminutive breasts moving just a little as she joined me on the other side of Sandra, our tongues working at different openings on our African goddess. I was worshipping her ass, wanting to show her my submission. I had switched on subtly, the lowest part of my most desperate cravings clawing its way to the front of my mind. I could force it down, make myself spend months studying like I had, only for my own disturbing needs to spill out in an ill-advised evening of.