"I've wanted you for so long," Braiden hissed, his eyes focused on Christy. "Once Kyle's dead, we'll finally be together."Anger burned inside Kyle. Hi... mom was inside the house and he could hear something huge and hulking crashing through the house. Piles of dust, Aaliyah's homnoculi, littered the living room. Braiden turned, facing Kyle and his women, his body moving in a strange, jerky fashion.Kyle didn't have time to mess around with his former friend. His mom was in danger.He reached. I knelt in front of him, unzipped his jeans, found his cock hard and thick and hot. I fed it into my mouth, sucking hard, forcing it deep into my throat in the hope of pleasing him. He gripped my head and fucked my throat hard until I was gagging, my face pressed into the wiry pubic hair of his groin. He pushed me away. "What do you want now, slut?"I got up, laid myself on the bed, spread my legs wide. "I want you to fuck me." Like that?" he sneered, "how boring do you think I am? What. He was quite close to the bank of a swamp. He saw trees all around him and he could hear birds making noises. Up on the sky, it looked like it was dusk. The moon was also shining through.Then to his horror, he saw a band of hooded figures approaching him. They were chanting in some strange language. At first he thought they must be monks. They must be monks and that they somehow drugged him and this was how he ended up this situation.He remembered his friend Phil telling him of such stories,. .”He stopped in mid-sentence as an almost silent snap came from the jungle near us. He raised his gun just as bear bounded out of the jungle.“No... !” I yelled and slammed my hand against the side of the gun just before I heard it click as the hammer hit an empty chamber. The man looked shocked.“God damned unreliable, cheap firearms,” he spat. “It’s jammed again.”“Professor, I fucking warned you,” growled Jack. “This is your last warning. Next time you shoot at my dog, I’ll leave you out here.