But bad in a different wayAll hollows eveHalloweenI took them trick-or-treating againI love taking kids out on this nightThey are all home nowSafe and...soundI didn't feel the bad until I leftSo I know that the bad is not themThe bad happens close to meBut not to meI am walkingKnowing the bad is comingOnce I feel the bad it has always comeI have always known when bad things were comingWhen grandpa died I knewI tried to stop it thenWhen it came for my cousinI tried to stop it thenWhen the fire. He felt Marlee’s hands grasp his butt. Something touched his rosebud and entered his rectum. A feeling that C.C. had never felt before came over him. A vibration began deep inside of him. Marlee had put on a strap-on cock and was plunging it deeply in her newly acquired asset ─ with the emphasis on ass. “Oh momma! That feels good,” C.C. cooed. “Take it, daddy! Take it!” Marlee said. The in and out rhythm continued until C.C. spit out an enormous orgasm on the floor. Marlee got up and lit a. She didn’t seem armed, but he knew better. He also didn’t sense any magic around her, so if she was a witch or necromancer, then she was poorly prepared for what was about to happen.“Need help?” he asked, his muscles tightening in anticipation.“Nah,” she said without looking up. “Trying to run while hungover is all.” He expected her to jump on the bike, or maybe even tackle him, but she adjusted her hat, let out a loud belch that stank of death, and then kept jogging around the corner.“Shit,”. As it warmed up further I got waves of another smell – the smell of a woman. I continued to run my hand over the outside of the cotton gusset that was holding my tight overfilled balls.When I sniffed at my hand the smell was intoxicating. It was different to my sister’s knicker gussets (samples on several occasions), earthier and stronger. I was smelling my Mother’s pussy as her knickers warmed up through the gusset of her girdle. I took several deep breaths and as I looked in the mirror I.