She contorted her body, doing a handspring to launch herself farther down the hallway. She landed in a crouch, a smile crossing her lips.I charged aft...r.She sprang to the left, darting down the ruined stairs the ogre crashed up. My bare feet smacked on the ground, breasts heaving before me. I wouldn’t let the bitch get away. Not when I had her disarmed. I just had to close in on her, hack her down, then go help fight the ogre.I reached the stairs, steps crushed by the ogre’s weight, the walls. " So I'm bait now?" I asked."Yep," said Bill. "We reckon they'll try to get you when you visit Julia. So be careful, they're already pretty pissed at you for vanishing last night, also a bit bruised too when they bounced off your door." Serves the bastards right," I said with a grin. "I do wish I'd been able to wire it into the mains as well." Now, now Geek, electrocuting postmen is a big no-no," Bill replied with a grin of his own.I'd sorted out my work by 2pm and left the office via a taxi to. And yes, the fan service is strong with this one. If you see Taitan-san somewhere, it's almost guaranteed that her gigantic knockers will face some serious challenges in the next few minutes. I've seen those fleshy appendages of hers cruelly squeezed by giant octopuses, wrapped in mesh bags so tight that her boobie flesh seeped through the narrow gaps of the net. I've seen those things getting pummeled by her enemies and caressed by her friends. Those fat pillows went through everything you. I usually measure the years in terms of the golf season, but not 1987. That was the year I finally devoted to my wife. Her battle was epic. By the time summer rolled around surgery had taken her right breast and radiation had left her skin burned and aching. But my Millie struggled on. Come August chemo had robed her of her hair, her ability to hold down solid food and most of her strength. But still, she refused to give up. By autumn I’m quite sure I had spent more time with my wife than I.