With some effort he pointed it down towards her, whispering to himself. "Come on, come on." With a sigh he began to pee, it splashed over Lucy's white...shirt, making it stick to her skin. She opened her eyes in shock, not expecting this. "What the hell?" she snapped. Dan couldn't stop now, he had to finish. After a few more seconds, the urine stopped flowed and he stood proudly looking at her. "Sir, what did you just do?" "Enough," he replied. "I've got to have you." He grabbed her and pulled. " My last words are a whimper.I've only had my quirk affect someone a few times in my life.... I shutter with fear at what it might to to this women... Why did it have to be such a strong animalistic woman?... My heart sinks as I think of her tongue....As if she is reading my mind I feel her tongue coil up my pant leg reaching all the way to to the top of my thigh... It stops just short of my balls. Her saliva is soaking into my thigh, for some reason my skin feels like it is on fire. I don't. They called her to tell her they were on their way back so she could be ready for them. We returned around 3 pm to find her on the bed with a giant black dildo in her pussy.This was probably a bad idea since these guys were drunk and jacked up on hard on pills. They stripped off their clothes and pulled the rubber cock from her swollen battered wet pussy and basically hammered her immediately. They took turns just brutally ramming their dicks in her holes. Then Alex rolled her on top of him and. So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No,.