It had only been a brief glimpse before the two miscreants reacted to her presence, but it presented a picture of plump breasts, sparse hair on her be...ly which was glistening with the outpourings of her shuddering, rosy skin on her thighs, and a look of ecstasy on her face.She started with a terrible threat, saying, "Sister Elizabeth will be gone from this House tomorrow, and I am trying to decide whether you should also leave us. What could you, thirty-five years old and a nun for this last. Your rifle swings on your shoulder but this isn’t the time to take it out. Not with the creature this close.You duck under the descending, thorny branches of an overgrown tree and move without haste - something the creature chasing you didnt care to mimic as it sprinted on all fours into the spiky bramble.You exit the bush and finally risk your first glance back - the furry mammal is roaring and tearing against the vines. Held, but you could see it breaking free.“Fuck,” you breathe as you turn. It was basically the same as that other one but with different names and the prices were reasonable. ‘What sector do you live on?’ he asked after a few minutes. ‘D sector, D 20,’ I said. ‘I’m on D 12. One of those semi detached two bed roomed jobs. My name is John Greenwood,’ he said, offering me his hand. I gave it a shake with mine, giving him my name. ‘Live alone?’ he asked. I shook my head. ‘No. I’m married, though I’ve been deserted for the evening. My wife, Sally, has gone off with the. But all that was just the calm before the storm. That was what Ronni called ‘Vanilla Fudge’. Well, what happened next I would have to call ‘Chocolate Shake’! It was like going to Coney Island and riding the Cyclone. Fucking her was like a carnival thrill ride.She licked me, kissed me, sucked me, fucked me, chewed me, screwed me, not an inch of my body, inside or out, went un-fucked. She moved like an anaconda, wrapping herself around me and under me and over me and through me and coming out on.