Ah now that that’s done. Time to grab breakfast.I slip on my pink cat slippers and open my bedroom door and head down the hall to the back stairs to...head down to the kitchen. This was a convenient touch to the house as it allows us to get downstairs to the kitchen without having to go to the main parts. So if my parents have guests over or whatever then we will not be interrupting.As I get to the bottom of the stairs I see my dad at the kitchen table looking at his tablet with a cup of coffee. The car was being driven by an older lady who seemed to be eitherunconcerned or too scared to stop. Traci began to panic as the sun began tosink in the western sky. The silhouettes of the multitude of cactus plantsthat dotted the stark landscape gave Staci an eerie feeling .If help didn'tarrive soon, these silhouettes would serve as her only companions in the darkdesert wilderness. She only had one bottle of water and a candy bar and althoughshe was already hungry and thirsty, she dared not. A glistening limb slithered out of each one, like the tails of forty snakes, but with blunter, rounder ends. They extended down, waving softly like grass underwater. "Go on," Lonji encouraged her, smiling. Kyla hesitantly stepped forward into the forest of hanging tentacles. They were a dark grey, glossy like polished obsidian, but soft to the touch like flesh with their warm surfaces slick with some sort of lubricant, each appearing to be about one-and-a-half inches in diameter. The tentacles. As it was mid February, and early morning, most people on the bus were still tired, it was cold and dark, and whether you care to admit or not, sex hung in the air, men had their customary 'Morning Woodies', and us girls, were wet, mornings always makes us wet, perhaps its because all our morning activity centers on us needing to pee, focuses on our pussies, or feeling our mans woody pushing up against us and he releasing too quickly, so we leave horny and wet, and enjoy the men who never woke.