“I’m kind of hungry, and I can’t leave until the weather’s better.”“OK,” Ingrid replies, smiling.There’s a lot more going on, but in o...her words, it’s a normal Friday at CCL… except for the weather.And except for the fact that one of the women in the CCL house is a killer. Pretty soon she’ll don her costume, pick up her knife, and the screams of pleasure that normally provide the soundtrack in this house will be replaced by screams of terror. Horniness will be replaced by bloodiness.SAPPHIC. )Following a steamy mutual masturbation session, Steve called me and asked me to go babysit for him again that night. I walked out of the door and went home. I'd only been home for 40 minutes and was lying on my bed masturbating again, (He had really turned me on) when he rang me saying he was going to need me tonight for sure... "Perhaps you could stay over again?" I thought carefully about what to wear that evening. I decided on a skater style dress. I thought it was not too risque but also. Sandra felt her heartbreaking as she looked at Graham to see him crying as he recounted hisstory to them.After thirty minutes of Graham answering questions from both the adults,he was starting to get tired again and the two of them saw it. They madetheir excuses and left him to get some rest. Graham was feeling drainedby it all and laid there staring up at the ceiling. As he laid there andthought his old secret came back to him and he slipped into his dreamworld. You see his father calling. Oh, this is so wrong, but you feel sooooo good. Oh, yes!”My hands shoved beneath her rump. My hands squeezed her ass. My hands kneaded her butt-cheeks. I massaged her flesh. My tongue darted through her depths. I swirled around inside her cunt. I licked at the hole that birthed me. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter. She gripped my hair. Her fingers dug through my short curls. She shuddered and pulled my head tight against her pussy. My tongue fluttered through her folds. I caressed her flesh. I.