I arched my back and grunted,much like Gemma had. I panted,broke out in a cold sweat and at one point I thought I may even pass out! Then I relaxed as...much as I could,rested my head of the blanket and began enjoying it as he fed inch after inch into me. It was like what I imagined getting fisted may feel like!Deeper and deeper he made his way up into me,then it felt like someone had punched me in the nuts when his balls swung into mine with full force! Over and over they slapped me as he picked. And then they were in a grotto. It was hot, steam rising around them, a pool of water glowing with purple light beneath them. The monster settled its bulk on the rocks, mouth open, holding Lori, Ms. Lindon, and Kat above its mouth. A Black girl lay in a stupor nearby, half in the water, her hands bound by green slime, her tits rising and falling as she breathed.“HAMAGUSHI! OMENKO!”“Yes!” Lori screamed, not caring what it said.“So good,” panted Kat beside her.“Make me cum again, monster,” Ms.. . unless the postman sets a basket by the box. He/she never has but discounting such a situation is foolish. Possible is possible ... it could happen.On this occasion ... the occasion being recycle pick up day ... I was thumbing through with one hand and depositing with the other hand all the junk mail that mailers seem to think I read.I used to slip a pound of sand into "Postage Guaranteed by Recipient" envelopes but now I recycle the paper. Those recipients don't send me junk mail now.This. He wanted her, and he was going to have her… tonight. “Stephen King has a semi-new one, but it’s not very good…” she says, breaking him from thought. He watches her. His cock stiffens as he thinks of breaking her out of her shell, turning her into a whore. “What’s your name?” He asks, smiling. “Alice,” She says, blushing, looking at her feet. He’s harder now, the thought of how shy she is turns him on so much. “I’m Mark,” he says. When she goes to turn her head to smile at him, he leans in.