The room was dark…the lights hadn’t been turned on since he’d last been there. There was no need for light though…he knew every inch of the ro...m by heart. Thomas walked through the open doorway and into the room. Thomas was blinded by a bright light as he walked through the doorway. He raised his arm to shield his eyes. Thomas lowered his arm and opened his eyes and suddenly became confused and disoriented. Instead of his bedroom he found himself standing in a beautiful meadow. After a moment. Nicholas Day and pickles? St. Nick wasn't a pervert, was he?" "No, no he was a true saint," Maggie explained as she continued to slowly rub and squeeze his balls and cock. "One snowy winter night, two young brothers were returning from boarding school for the winter holidays. The storm drove them to take refuge in an inn. The innkeeper was a treacherous and dishonest person. He stole their money and sealed them in a pickle barrel. However, before he could place the barrel out in his cold. In any case, she wasn't sure she even had the ability to hold anything in her stomach once she'd let it slip down her throat.It was obvious that Lindiwe was sick. She sat huddled against the mildewed wall displaying the typical symptoms of Buffalo Pox such as horrible festering sores and postulating boils. This was reason enough for anyone to keep their distance. Any contact with Lindiwe or with anything she touched could easily spread further a plague that had already claimed so many lives. " Slowly her lips descended until she touched Mary Ellen's. She felt her tense and resist for a second until a moan escaped her lips and she relaxed, opening her mouth to let her tongue inside.The kiss went on for a long time before they parted breathlessly.Dana slowly brought her hand up and cupped one of Mary Ellen's soft breasts. She began to knead the flesh idly as she asked, "So do you want to go any further?"The room grew silent as Dana ran a fingernail around one of Mary Ellen's suddenly.