D.M.'s short for Environmentally Diseased Mutations. From the time they came out of the mother's womb, the mutant's skin started to decompose. Their f...esh started to rot and flies would bury their eggs inside the open wounds. The E.D.M.'s carried a disease resembling the horrific flesh-eating virus of the Old World.There were two ways the E.D.M.'s transmitted the deadly virus. One was their bite injecting their saliva into a person's bloodstream and the other was their blood itself. If an. ..*My hand moves on its own. Caressing my nipple, the swell of my breast. Tracing a finger down my stomach, to the top of my lace panties.Fingers move down. Over smooth skin, right above my wetness. I can almost smell the musk. I stop momentarily.One hand in my panties, one on the window, face gazing at him. He nods.I let my fingers part my lips, slowly, gently, like a flower. Small movements, making my hips move. More sounds come from my gagged mouth. The tip of my finger pushes.I. Suddenly he moved and his weight was removed from her. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with much needed oxygen. He had been laying on her like a mat, not supporting his weight and squeezing her air out of her lungs. She felt sticky and wet all over.“I need to shower,” she mumbled looking at the clock. It was ten after six and she’d need to hurry to reach the school by 7:30. The warm water felt great cascading down her weary body. She wasn’t sure how much longer Daniel will be on this. The high speed motor drive took 4 pictures in a little over a second. I quickly moved the zoom to the small triangle piece of swimsuit covering her snatch and once again pressed he shutter. I saw Sandi start to lower her magazine and I ducked behind the curtain once again. I feared she may have heard the motor drive and I rushed back to my room. About 10 minutes later Sandi opened my door. “How’s it going Tom?” she asked as she strolled into my room and over to my desk. Sandi walked over to.