Being food is almost constantly on my mind now. Just the other day, Mark noticed that I was distracted and asked how I was. "Delicious", I slipped. I ...elt so embarrassed having made that slip, but Mark just smiled. "He must think I meant something else," I thought to myself.So here I am, on the computer, discussing my fantasies in an anonymous private chat with some man I don't know."How long have you wanted to become food?" Since I was a little girl. I had always liked stories of monsters who. The service was a simple memorial with the four caskets, each with a picture of the deceased. Apparently not everyone had been notified of how they had died as several people tried to complain that the caskets were closed. My mother took them aside and explained about the accident and fire. Shannon's could have been open if we had wanted to spend the several thousand dollars for the reconstructionist to try to repair enough of the damage to her face for her to pass inspection with makeup. We'd. He raises an eyebrow, smirking, and leads the way up some stairs. Ethan opens the door to a room, the blinds on the windows that look out over the factory already shut, and closes the door behind us. His office is cluttered, but in a tidy way, and when I turn to face him, he grabs me. Our mouths find each other like magnets, his hands on my back crushing me to him. Seeing him in a position I've never experienced before turns me on to an unimaginable degree. I steel myself, sliding my hands down. John pressed his dickhead against his brother's familiar sphincter and then thrust forward, burying his entire length in one thrust. Rose watched in horror as John fucked Mark's ass for the next fifteen minutes. John's balls slapped against Mark's, causing Mark to cry out in painful bliss.Suddenly, John groaned and thrust deep, exploding inside his twin brother's anus. Mark moaned as he felt his brother's cum spurting deep inside his bowels. When it finally ended, John pulled out, his jizz.