Although quite naturally missing her young baby child Peter, Catherine Dixon was at least content in the knowledge her son was by now in the strong ca...ing hands of the otherwise fearsome Olga up at the Manor House of Peter Harris, the grandfather of her youngest son and now apparently half a world away, after having left the running of his ‘Business’ in the hands of his teenage son David Harris, along with Sean Brady.Sean Brady, whom Catherine realized she hadn’t seen for some time, any more. With her other hand, Janice turns it into a giant fist and slams it home into the girl’s pussy.Kaitlyn screams or at least tries to and the sound only comes out muffled beneath the mass of tangled tentacles. Then Janice is pulling her massive fist out, dragging with it the girl’s entrails.‘Is this what you want?’ Janice roars. ‘I can five you what you want!’In nearly an eye blink, Janice is across the small room, wrapping one of the men around the waist. She pulls on him hard, tearing him in. We kept in touch the best we could over the years since high school, mostly by email, but I missed my old friend, and all the fun we had drinking and fucking girls. Some of those experiences will be detailed as the story unfolds.Paul never left Savannah, since after college he began working with his father as a real estate broker, and eventually took over the business when his father retired. He was happy to see us return to Savannah, and Faye and I started socializing regularly with Paul and. I finally couldn't take it any more, "Oh god please fuck my ass," I almost screamed when he'd stopped with only half of him in me. I heard him chuckle again and felt his lube-slicked hand wrap around my again-hard cock."Whose ass is it, baby?" he asked, squeezing my shaft and running the ball of his thumb over the head, teasing me."It's yours, all yours, please fuck your ass!!", screaming this time, meaning every word of it."That's right baby, all mine," he rumbled, his grip tightening on my.