Each day she came out, the harder and harder, and rock fucking harder, the bulge in my pants would get. The more it throbbed, straining against my pan...s, the more it shot bolts of electric bull-lust all though me. My shaft swelled defiantly against its increasingly cruel, textile confines. It felt good to occasionally sneak my hand over my warm bulge, gently kneading it, forcing me to type one-handed at those points. I cursed myself for this hampering of productivity, a week ago I was laughing. Every movement seemed to be an effort. He gathered himself and began."Your grandfather founded this company, but it was your father who turned it into the success it is today. He was visionary in some ways, but practical in others. He saw opportunities and took advantage of them, but only within some strict limitations. He would not overextend himself, financially. He would not sit on product for a long period of time. He wanted to move it quickly and profitably. His record of growth and. I was very hungry, so I tried to eat as much as I could, but she didn't stop when I closed my mouth to swallow, so most of it ended up on my shirt, skirt, and hair. The same happened with a tin of baked beans, a tin of spaghetti hoops in tomato sauce, and even some potato puree someone had mixed up. By the end I had actually managed to eat quite a bit, even if I was covered in food, particularly when I found I was allowed to scoop up the mess from my face and clothes with my hands to eat as. Not if they stayed."The wounded Slayer looked around. "Where is everyone?" Outside. It looks like Sunnydale was hit by a big meteor. There's just this big crater where it was. Everyone is oohing and aahing over it."The injured girl sighed and repeated. "You came back for me."Kennedy reached out and took her hand. "Yeah. Can I tell you a secret?" Kennedy paused. "I love you, Amanda." I thought you loved Willow?" No, nothing like that. Willow and I ... yeah, we're never going to be enemies. But,.