The words, feeling so very wrong coming from human lips rolled out and were seemingly caught in the air, each spoken word fluttering around the room l...ke an independent noise, bouncing back from the shadows becoming a cacophony of incomprehension that was mounting and building, no single noise dissipating to nothingness.The last inhuman words fell from him and he sat silent, listening to his own voice flow through the room, building, growing, shaping, each word coming together in a single dark. Once they got to the pole, she was made to stand up with her back to the pole. Then, Christina attached her wrist together and clipped them to the clip that would normally hold the flag. The other 4 started pulling the rope and raised Tracy’s arms in the air above her head. They kept pulling until she was on her tip toes. Then, they tied the rope off. Next, the boys pounded tent pegs into the ground, about 2 feet away from both sides of the pole. The girls attached some rope to her ankles and. She groaned loudly and wriggled, squealing and squeaking as I applied constant pressure to her button.She bucked her hips, and I whispered into her ear. "You OK?"Sarah hummed with a high pitch nasal grunt and gasped before her body tensed and she gave a long groan. I waited for a few moments and then slid down the bed and buried my finger into her moist hole, rotating it as I slid in and out.Sarah threw her head back, twisted her body, so she was lay on her back and closed her eyes, blaspheming. "Samantha gasped, "What?" It's a line from a movie." Aaron replied."Sounds like a dirty movie." Samantha giggled. "Can we watch it sometime?" It's more crude than dirty, but it is a work of genius. I've got it on DVD; it's called Full Metal Jacket." Cool." Samantha tried a ridiculous line of her own. "I've been entered into the pregnant teen miss USA pageant." That's nice." Last weekend, I took Samantha on an African safari. We hunted elephants using nothing but a yo-yo. We're having the meat.