Grainy white powder dusted the sink. Smelly yellow liquids were splattered over everything, even the toilet seat. Miss Warren spoke up. ‘This is als... our darkroom.’ She pointed to the tangle of rolls of negatives on the slippery floor. ‘This is where Barry develops our film and photos. Seems to take all day at it, too.’ Robyn shook her head. ‘I thought we would have stopped developing film and gone digital years ago,’ she said. The sharp odors and the yellow stains brought back childhood. We got lost!' Jean followed, nodding her pony-tailed head.A grin stretched the police chief's lips. He shifted his glance to the vivacious, willowy brunette, his lustful eyes rakingly appraising her lissome, curved, young body. There was something fiery in her expression that intrigued him, even reminded him of Lydia Newell, that illusion alone enough to cause a stirring in his heavy loins. He said: "You ah... you don't expect me to believe that shit, do you? I mean, with a pack of wild raping. Hewas aware of other strange things around him. He could still hear thecrickets far away. The hum of the pool filter and the barking of a dog afew blocks away. Even his body felt smooth and deliciously alien, notrace of his former boyish self. Why did he get scared all of a sudden?He was safe. Nobody is around. Just a mermaid enjoying a nightly swim. Sohe decided to swim to the surface to ease his mind and scope out his newself. He would lay and revel in his new body under the moonlight.. “OH, shit, baby,” he moaned, “I’m there; I’m gonna cum.”“Slow down,” I pleaded, “let me catch up.” I grabbed my dick and stroked feverishly.Don slowed his fucking. Slowly, he would pull his cock out until only the head remained, then slowly push back in until he filled me completely.As his cock slid in and out of my ass, I felt every vein and ridge on his cock. As I neared my climax, I began to push back to meet his thrusts. The closer I got to cumming, the faster and harder I pushed my ass.