It slithers inside her, rubbingagainst the walls of her love canal until it finally reaches her intact hymenand pauses for a second. "AAAoooowwww. Wh...t ...?" She-ra asksas a short sharp pain occurs between her legs. She starts to rise off herback but *her lover, Seahawk* gently pushes on her chest, forcing her onto herback. She doesn't resist. Seahawk will treat her well - he's alwaysbeen a good friend. The disguised ruler of Horde World leans forward and his mouth surrounds the tempting. Hey, not my fault I have a chest. I didn’t invent it. I don’t flaunt it… much. He ducked inside halfway through, and I felt unreasonably guilty. Le sigh. Last time I had a little mutual crush on my best friend’s little brother, back in my hometown, he and I were both in our twenties. Well, he still is. I somehow thought it was important to be honest and tell my friend. She was horrified. ‘He’s my baby BROTHER!’ she hissed. ‘Yeah,’ I pointed out. ‘But he is twenty-one, not a child.’ My. “Who the fuck is out there?” he asked not wanting to breathe.No response.He walked forward a bit taking a swallowing hard.“Dammit Trey get out here.” He said.A shadow moved behind him going under a hole too small for all but children. Tyler got over to where the noise had come from. A muffler had fallen off the car. He smirked shaking his head.He hit ground in in a horrible scream of terror as a knife had cut through his Achilles tendon. He was on his back screaming for help when he looked over. Poor Kirsty. Her face was flaming red. She heard Mrs Stewart slurp her coffee and wondered whether she usually drank it out of the saucer. While Merrick was chatting to Mrs Stewart, Kirsty took a good look at her: A terrible skin, breasts hanging down to her pot belly and an as ass that could politely be called ‘comfortable’. A sense of impending doom consumed Kirsty. Mrs Stewart lifted a carton of bits and pieces on to the table, and shooed Merrick from the room. It was a common as muck beer.