In frantic haste, she finally grabbed a Bunsen burner, peeled from its inlet the rubber hose that fed it gas, then stuffed the hose end -- with much f...oling around and irritated mumbling -- up inside her cunt.When she had it up as far as she could get it, she reached over and turned on the gas. An aching, cold feeling filled her lower belly, and she almost shut it off right away, but the fear of what might happen if she didn't continue made her suffer the misery for several minutes.When she. It freaked them both out, as did looking at each other, the two friends unable to look each other in the eye for an entire day. Yet ironically they found their eyes lingering on each other, but be fair was nothing new but there was no more pretending it was friendly admiring or jealousy. No, they were blatantly checking each other out, so much so that Earl, Oleg and even Han noticed. Finally after 12 long hours of hell the 2 dirt poor girls stumbled home in total silence, still barely even. Why would you wantto become her with no limitations for God's sake!"Andrea frowned for a moment before shrugging and tugging the mask overher head, sealing it in place.Markus facepalmed as the newly-formed Azula stared at him, then lookedaround in confusion at the world around her."Take off the mask, Andrea."She tilted her head to the right, giving him a confused death glare."Where am I? Who are you?" Her eyes flashed all over the room beforesettling on his clothes. "Why are you dressed like a. “What?” she said.“Oh, nothing.”Grace wiped her forehead and drew a deep breath.“You tired?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.“No. Just taking a moment. You?”He shook his head.“Good.” Smirking, Grace ogled the man beneath her: smooth skin, taut muscles, adorable smile. Very good. She shuddered excitedly and her pussy pulsed. This was going to be a long night.*IwanGrace was asleep, sunlight illuminating her pale skin, red hair swirled over her face like tongues of flame. A fiery angel. She rolled.