By the end of winter, he would have enough money saved to buy a decent used car, and by the start of the following winter, he would have enough funds ...o properly maintain and operate it during the winter, which would make going to and from work a bit more bearable for him. Yet at that moment, nothing would have pleased him more than to be back on the beach, with the warm sand between his toes as the surf washed over his feet and ankles with his new bride at his side, holding his hand and. ." Stan started to say, before his breakfast erupted like avolcano all over the floor of the bus."Dude. You threw up again," yelled Kyle. It seemed Stan always threw upevery time he tried to talk to Wendy."Yeah. He's a real pussy. Can't even talk to a girl." Snickered Cartman."It's okay Stan. At least you didn't throw up on me this time," comfortedWendy.Stan ran back to the rear of the bus toward his hostile friends. He slumpedin the seat with Kyle.Cartman, seated in the bench seat. "Not yet girlie," He rasped, on the edge of his own impending orgasm, "we're going to make this good for you hubby over there." He rolled Sam onto her back and held each leg up with a hand under each knee. He plunged into her another five or six times before he pulled his giant phallus all of the way out of my wife's sopping vagina. His first, powerful jet of semen erupted straight into Sam's gaping hole."No, No Baby, inside me, inside me," Sam cried.Spike immediately obeyed, thrusting his. I glanced at the computer screen, the home page had changed to privacyoptions.Rushing now, the terror gripping my very soul I stepped into thepanties, the satin soft material caressing my legs as I pulled them up.They fitted me snugly clinging to every curve of my bottom, my smallpenis tucked between my legs as it always was these days almostnaturally. Glancing at the screen again in trembling panic I grabbedthe bra, it was the same ivory colour, a sheer satin which fittedaround my man boobs as.