"Y-Yes, Pete. Do all of those things and I... I'll... do something to you... maybe." What do you mean 'maybe'?" I don't know. Take me to the bedroom. ...hat door right there."There was a dim light burning in the front room, but still he had to look about him before he saw the door she meant. Then he picked her up, her great boobs pressed against his face maddeningly, and carried her into the bedroom. There was another dim light burning in this room which gave off just about enough illumination to. Even with ateam of others like me, we were quickly nullified. Except for myself andPhoenix, the others were dead, killed almost instantly by this madman,who calls himself Powerkeg. Phoenix, himself, lies comatose alongsidethe other casualties. (His power is simply that he cannot be killed.) IfI were to try to describe Powerkeg's power in a way you couldcomprehend, I'd say he were as strong as a 10 gigaton nuclear warhead,assuming he unleashed it all at once. As it is, his power to. I mean, we have been dating for 2 or 3 months now, so we were cuddled on the couch. I probably shouldn’t have let him touch me so much, and I probably shouldn’t have let him get so excited, but, well, it was so nice, and so quiet, and the boys were in bed, and had been asleep for hours. We didn’t think that it would hurt anything, and well, all the other kids do it! I don’t see what the big deal is, really.”Kathy looked at me, and I let her run with it. “So, Sandy, you do realize that you are. Wait until I beg you to fuck me before you try to penetrate my cunny with your cock, because I’m very, very tight, so unless I’m sopping wet, it will hurt. If you take your time and make me beg for it, things will go great and we will both be happy.”I started experimenting with how to touch Connie. I remembered a scene from a James Bond novel and I drew the back of my hand across Connie’s tummy so the finger nails brushed over her skin.Connie gasped, then gave me a big smile.I kissed Connie’s.