The beast at least knew what a door was and it was trying to break in. Matt scrambled to his feet, raising the shotgun as he crept towards the kitchen... his heart leaping in his chest as he watched the back door shake in its frame. The thing was throwing all of its weight against it, trying to get inside, but it was locked tight. It lowered its snout, blowing air under the door as it breathed in his smell, snarling and gurgling wetly as it caught his scent.He felt a moment of relief as it seemed. I’ve seen men, some distance away from me looking like the famed porcupines of far-away lands, their spikes being the arrows of their foes, and they were little harmed except for scratches and aches. To my dismay, they were not rolling around and hoarding fruit as a real porcupine would do, for the sight of the ripe grape draws them out with no exception. I guess to men… the only grape to draw men to such extremes is through the virtue of good wine, for give a man enough, and he will go rolling. It was the first and will be the last time I water ski naked. I fell once and had so much water pushed up my pussy it hurt like hell. I had to get out of the water for about an hour, but I did get some needed TLC for my pussy by several concerned male members of our little outing, haha but OUCH too.It was mid August but that water was so freaking cold the guys had a severe case of shrinky dink and rasin nuts and all of the nipples on the females looked like iron spikes sitting on our boobs. . I was pinching and pulling at my nipples, giving them the harsh treatment I craved at this moment. I did the best I could as I continued masturbating my soaking wet cunt like a crazy bitch.Alphonse moaned with pleasure, begging my hubby to not stop.I knew this was it. This black man was about to cum in my hubby's mouth. Victor was not pulling away, he was actually going to go through with it.Alphonse's body suddenly tensed and his face contorted. I then could notice he was squirting his fully.