You can ask them then.”“Great. This is a neat place.”“It sure is. Make sure to go into the “Milk Bar.” The owner is a fetish guy. You ...an even buy breast milk for a souvenir.”“I’ll definitely check that out. The women all look scrumptious.”“Make sure to taste the chocolate milk. The “milk ladies” will also fuck, so make sure to pick a nice lady for that.”“I plan to try them all. I never sucked on a women’s milk-filled breast.”“Have a great time. Enjoy yourself!”George took his drink and. He was a tough bird: my first bullet caught him in the side and knocked him down, but he struggled to his feet and came at me again. This time, I took careful aim and shot him in the upper chest. That shot didn't kill him, either, but he did fall to the ground and could not get up. Now that he was stationary, I tried for a head shot, and that finally did him in.Five Indians, with their horses, had taken 16 of my 20 available shots. Man, was I glad that I had the four pistols! I might well not. It was so sweet that I must have induced at least a few minor orgasms, just so I could have that perfect drink. As I sit up rubbing Carol’s pussy and playing with that cute round hole just found south a her pussy that I so much liked sucking on. As I bring my 8 1/2” cock up to slip into Carol’s dripping wet pussy, Joan reaches down and takes over guiding him into what I could only call the tunnel of heaven. Inch after glorious inch my cock interred heaven. It was just the right amount of. Hope you’re not offended by that.’ ‘Huh? Why would I be offended with an answer? I think you’ve known one too many creepies.’ ‘Don’t even ask.’ ‘She’s afraid. Great, dude – you can show her what’s she’s afraid of!,’ thought Kabir. ‘So? How’d you like the answer?’ Heather freaked out at this. Didn’t that Psycho ask questions beginning with ‘How’d you like…’? ‘Umm…any way you please.’ Kabir laughed. ‘I hate Alfred Hitchcock buddy. So even IF I were a psycho killer, that’s the last thing I’d.