.. What?...”Whack!It landed on my left tit, below the nipple.“I said shut the fuck up!” the coach shouted.Whack! on my right tit. Oh well. So mu...h for being rescued. My pussy drooled at having a new mistress humiliate me.“We call her Duck Dynasty because of her hairy pussy.” Debbie said giggling. “And that’s Tissues!”“Tissues? ... Oh!” Linda said, finally getting the joke. “Yes, I guess you must use plenty of tissues in your bra, seeing how small you really are.” More laughing.“She used to,”. It had stopped raining but was cold and windy and James was looking forward to warming himself in Ann’s embrace. The house was quiet when he unlocked the door, and he could see a soft light from the bedroom. The lamp on the night stand was on, and James could see that Ann had fallen asleep reading. He picked up the book from where it lay on the bed and put it on the night stand. He reached out and gently brushed his fingers over the curve of Ann’s cheek; God he had missed her and her sweet. I shivered as I pulled at the leather jacket, the polka-dot dressunderneath fluttering uncontrollably as a sudden gust of wind rattledagainst the shop windows of the street. A bus thundered past, morningcommuters bleary eyed and glum, framed for an instant in the brightly litinterior as it chugged by and rounded the corner.We reached the apartment building, the orange haze of night shimmering inthe silent street as the darkness began to fade to morning."Can't believe she fucked off without you. Wrapped around it was a greatsnake that glittered a bright green. Ahead lay a great land, the land ofwhich the gods resided, Asgard. Yet barring its way stood a greatwarrior who stood seven feet high. He was broad shouldered and a wrappedaround them was a great fur cloak. In his hands he held a great swordwhich could cleave several men in two."Will you let me pass Heimdall, or do the gods bar my entrance for thecrime that I have performed." Olaf cried."I do not bar your passage warrior, you can.