She was older and grayer, but her smile was the same. Janet and I had dated a few times, before I met Mary. Actually, I didn't meet Mary until after J...net's family moved to Lancaster.I sat quietly, while watching in fascination as they walked by. I was smiling to myself, because I had a good feeling when I saw her. It was a feeling that I hadn't had since Mary died. As I was recalling old memories, she broke through my reverie."John? John Terrell? Is that you?" Janet approached me as her two. He takes the banana out of my ass and starts rimming me and stroking my cock meanwhile my face is buried in the pillows, and its hard for me to see cause all the lights are shinging right at me from beside the door.. theres music goin and what not and he starts smaking his cock on to my ass crack and he says "I cant believe i finally get to hit this ive wanted this for years" and i thought he was over exaggerating about the one week we talked lol. so Hes fucking me doggy going hard then he goes. Robin couldn't remember the last time she cried. As her eyes welled up,she couldn't think of a time she had cried since her Grammy had died.She was seven or eight back then, but that couldn't have been right.That had been over ten years ago.As the tears welled up, Robin wondered if the fact she hadn't cried inten years meant she was uncommonly composed or dead inside. Normalpeople cried from time to time. She wasn't normal. She was a gender-flipped super cheerleader sharing a room with a. “Rebecca are you alright?” Growled Cal as he moved passed the ruined entrance to check on her. “I'm... I'm fine really, I know it hurt at first but now I barely notice it.” To everyone's surprise the exit wound in her shoulder was closing up, blood flow stemming almost instantly as scab tissue formed. In seconds the puckering red scab turned grey before cracking and flaking off like dandruff. The bullet wound was nowhere in sight, only clean smooth skin underneath thick fur over her shoulder,.