Bhatia, don’t worry, i will be here, and please call me anand, and not anandji, as it makes me feel very old.” She smiled and whispered, “ok, an...nd, but you should also call me uma, not mrs. Bhatia.” I smiled and said ok.We spent the night sitting on the sofa, (with me ogling at her titties and elbowing them gently whenever i could – they were irresistible!) And the next morning, deepak arrived. I helped him with the funeral arrangements, and i learnt that he had to go back in 2 days. He came. Not that I’m complaining or anything.”Cas matched her grin. “Good thing, too. Never had a woman complaining on my dick before.”“Mm...” Roxy pulled apart the rest of Cas’ shirt, sliding her hand down his well-muscled chest and settling it against the hard, throbbing bulge in his pants. “And it’d be a shame if I started now. But Cas...” She looked up at him, pouting slightly. “I’m still so horny from coming to so quickly. Do you think I could maybe...”Cas blinked once, pausing just long enough to. But what would you say? To a person offering to cut your balls off?Some men gave in. The smart ones. The ones who could read between thelines that they never, ever were going to be granted breeder status. Adeal was being offered. A plea bargain. I was just too stupid to take it.So I doubled down."I believe in heterosexual sex. I believe that men were meant to breedwith women. Men were built to penetrate women, and women were built toreceive their penetration. Men are meant to breed. The purpose. The size of the knife nor the size of the octopus did not seem to slow down their charge after Helen; they were intent on finishing their attack on her. Moments later, three more of the small octopuses appeared, and they were followed by an adult, easily as large as two of the dogs put together. The adult was carrying two clubs and two knives, and there was nothing small about these weapons.Helen had recovered from her surprise at the unexpected attack and was ready to fight. Jim was there with.