" Hmmm... Yeah. That's smart. Then if you get some weird-ass reaction, you'll know he's a psycho. That's clever, Elaine."Elaine wasn't sure if that wa... what she'd intended. She actually meant that she didn't want Gary thinking anything strange was going on. But Chelsea's comment made sense. It wasn't a bad idea"What are you talking about?" asked Kendra. She'd been yawning and staring into space. She didn't usually eat breakfast.Chelsea was dumbfounded. "Where have you been the last five. They’re light pink with black lace fringe and the cup of the bra shows off my ample, creamy white tits while the bikini-cut panties frame my supple ass and give a hint of my almost entirely waxed pussy. The softness of the fabric felt sublime against the swollen moistness of my pussy lips as I slid them on, blushing with the ironic anticipation of having them removed as soon as possible. I covered myself flirtatiously with an oversized linen shirt and smeared some gloss on my lips, biting them. .. it didn’t even feel like mine. I used both hands and damn, did it start to feel real good. When I started shooting, I aimed it at the drain so the water would wash it all down and I wouldn’t have to scrub my shower, like I did one day when I shot it all over the walls.The drain clogged up and the water wouldn’t even go down. I just kept on shooting and shooting and then my balls swelled really big, and I shot out two streams at a time out. Wow, that’s amazing, a double-barrel dick.“Derek,. Troy sat at the breakfast table at Julie’s parents’ house. A small TV was on in the nook between the dining room and the kitchen, and Julie’s father was catching up on international news while she helped her mother clean up the breakfast dishes.On the screen, Contessa Helena de San Finzione stood on a platform in an Uongoian refugee camp, giving a speech as soldiers handed aid packages out to the refugees. She spoke to the crowd in Swahili as an interpreter translated.“When the warlords drove.