My tormented brain was processing the fact that the girl I was madly in love, had just walked into that room to fuck three black guys in revenge for c...eating, she was convinced I had done. I walked upstairs in disgust.I glanced around the room on my way out and saw that the party was getting sexually charged as everyone was coupled up and making out. I saw Renee sitting on a sofa making out with that black guy with the long braids. Renee's legs were spread out as his hand were between them,. Cartwright sat back in his chair. “Henry is the authority on such weapons as you have described,” he murmured. “Perhaps it would be better if you talked to him.”David followed Henry through to his office and sat down in front of his desk. Henry began the conversation. “What calibre were you thinking of Mr. Ramage?” he asked. David took a chance and explained exactly what the rifles were to be used for.Henry listened as he sat back in his chair. When David finished he smiled, “What you propose. The monster rammed the bulbous, cock-like end into her pussy. The tentacle fucked in and out of her like a dick, reaming her snatch. The African-American girl moaned loudly. She was nineteen, her breasts bouncing in her fringed belly shirt while her head tossed back and forth. Her pussy clenched on the tentacle.“Oh, my god,” she gasped as she was held aloft while a round mass of purple flesh, dotted with yellow eyes, spilled out of the wall, spilling over more paint cans. They rolled about the. “Don’t you want any toast or anything with it?” I prompted her.“Shit no, I’m far too fragile, what the hell was I drinking that got me this bad?”“Before, or after those half dozen malt whiskies in that last pub?”I laughed. She groaned and held her head in both hands.“My God, no wonder I was pissed, I didn’t make a real arsehole of myself did I?“No, you were ok in the Pub, well mostly”, I added. “I almost carried you back here. Then I got your real arsehole in the camper after you started acting.