But the rest of this chapter is bedroom talk, in fact, not so much talk, as we reverted to the telepathy of our swimming pool action earlier in the ev...ning. After ablution, we went straight to Emily’s bedroom, a functional room with a double bed, lamps either side, furniture for one and a small television with in-built DVD player. The decor and bedding were lightest green, some floral pattern, but not overly feminine. The floor was wooden and bare, but deliberately so, and not a cheap or cold. A ghoul, the sheriff’s he believed, was standing beside the gate entrance from within. And someone had given him special instructions for Jack’s introduction. The Prince, evidently, was content to throw Jack into the deep end of the Danse Macabre.And the kid froze. For just a moment, there was fear in his eyes, that petrified fear from a quiet, shy person suddenly asked to speak to a crowd of their peers. Everyone was looking at him. He looked at Julias, and Julias just looked back at him like. “Like a dildo,” Gi sighed and I knew what she was thinking. “Or a one-armed man,” I tried to keep things light and cheerful. “I still don’t understand why,” Gi’s voice fell back to the tone it had taken over the past few days. “I just don’t, you know, get it. What were you thinking?” “I wasn’t!” I sang the same song I had been singing since the door had opened. And it was the truth; I had no idea why it happened. I mean, one minute Lisa and I are sitting on the couch having coffee and talking. Lois cried out and pushed. She gave one final scream in her mind "... takes her SHIT!" as she bore down with all her remaining energy and barely expelled the fingers. She dropped her head uncaring on the asphalt and panted as Bert lubed up again. When she felt Bert's two fingers testing her anus to slide back inside her, she had absolutely nothing left to push with. The fingertips circled her soft and open anus for a moment, and then slipped in easily with no resistance at all. What had been a.