.As they slowly went off home, Andy found himself the last one left. Still on the sofa, only the odd dart to the toilet or kitchen for a glass of wate... had given him any incentive to move. James picked up the phone and ordered in some fried chicken for delivery. Time to relax a bit and really pick back up.The chicken had been especially greasy, neither of them worrying about it and they were both full and contented watching uninspiring television when it happened.Andy looked across rather. Your cock was exposed. So I allowed you to impregnate me.”I asked, “Can anyone fuck you?”She replied, “Only if I see their cock, like I did yours. Otherwise the answer is no.”I just had to ask, “And you believe this?”She smiled up at me and said, “Yes I do. As I said earlier I am the Chosen Vessel.”I then asked, “So how many of us get to fuck you?”She replied, “Only the seven Bishops of our Lord and now you.”I asked, “How old were you when you were chosen?”She replied, “Thirteen. I was chosen. ”“We should choose a restaurant we don’t have back home,” he suggested. They notice a poster board of different eating establishments.“The Hard Rock Café!” They said in unison and laughed.They walked hand in hand along Falls Avenue. Not only was Wendy’s figure admired, many heads turned, thinking they were seeing the actor, Tom Hanks. The outside of the café was easily recognizable by the tall guitar suspended out front. Inside they marvelled at the countless displays of music. She heard hoots from the other men in the room. The young man pulled back and tried to push it in again. Sanjna moaned again, but felt her little love hole adjusting to the entry. When he was fully within her, he began to ride the young woman as if he was an expert horseman. A tawdry rhythm was established. Sanjna's hands held on to the sink and she hung her head and gritted her teeth. He tugged at her blonde hair to tell her that he wanted to see her face in the mirror looking at him as he.