I don't stop fingering my slick hole and pushing them out of my womb until the uterine tickling and cramps cease--until I don't feel any more larvae w...iggling in my cervix and there are no more larvae to scoop out of my cavity.When I'm positive I'm in the clear, I screw on the top, swapping out the regular lid with one of the mesh mason jar lids that I ordered two weeks ago in preparation for the hatching of the eggs I've been keeping under the sink.Glad I packed a few in my backpack for this. A guy spies me later comes to know where I live. I usually wear skirt and blouse (They did not like me to cover my head during the movies).One day, when I unlock the door of my house to get in, the spy jumps out of nowhere and electrocutes me and I fall unconscious. He takes me into the house, locks the door, binds my hands on my back and my legs and lays me on the sofa. He then takes a scissor and cuts off my blouse and then my bra, off me, making me half naked. Then he starts doing all kinds. And sandwiches. Go change."I went to the master cabin and changed. When I came out, she had her bag. "My turn." Five minutes later she was in a comfy although amorphous-looking sweatsuit and two huge mugs of tea were steeping. I was laying out sandwich fixings, cheese, salami, brown bread."And butter. Very european, you know," she'd said when we talked about provisioning for the trip."I know about German ham sandwiches. Schinkenbrot. I loved 'em." We'll do something like that, then."And so we. Slowly you take one of my socks off and you visibly shake as you see my perfectly manicured toes in my sheer black pantyhose, and my other foot still inside my cute little running socks. You start to rub the top of my feet as I slowly rub my toes up and down your big hard cock. All the time you are trying to move your other hand further up my leg, so I slowly part them for you. You can see the dark line at the top of my pantyhose as it disappears under my shorts, right into my wet crotch. You.