Beatrice could hardly look at Vic, much less touch him. And sex? Forget it even existed; her scathing looks at him were castrating as well as castigat...ng.Ten years of constant denigration wore the old cop down. He assumed it was his service in the Vice Squad that so turned of his young wife. But she insisted he keep his position as it would be the only sexual position he'd see.Indeed, at work Victor confronted a hot-bed of vice and sexual perversion. At home he was confronted with an icy bed. Why was she sitting here fucking herself when she could get the plant to do it for her? She ran out to the forest, trying to jog without her massive tits jiggling up and down. She reached the plant, smiling and licking her lips. This time, it looked like a simple tentacle with a round base, perfectly rigid going straight up. Allison calmly walked over to it, and pushed her pussy all the way down to the bottom. She gasped as a fluid immediately came out of the tip of the tentacle, coating the. He had to do what he had to do. There was more to it than that, but I don't think he knew that. He would have worried even more.I was almost positive he was going to come in contact with the 'Black Energy' over there somehow. I was reasonably sure this whole trip was a setup. Problem was, it had to happen. I still felt it was better to happen over there than over here, where the girls would be in more immediate danger.All of us were on pins and needles the day it was supposed to happen. Then,. . Another day we went swimming in a natural pool they made there.... not crowdie at all and it had a bar for drinks, coffee and ice-cream... Another young man, early 20 was serving... All the people that work there wear clothes, so it’s a bit strange at first to walk around naked and order your drinks to them... she wanted an ice-cream and the young man served her... he could not take his eyes off of her coz with all respect, between all other woman that where present in the resort my gf looked.