She wants me to fuck you. She knows I'm good at it. I've certainly had a lot of experience, as I've been doing it for a long time."Tom Nilsen was a qu...et guy. He was a shy guy. But most importantly, he was a sweet and loyal guy. His loyalty always emboldened him and now was no exception. "Stop!" he yelled, before getting quiet. "First of all, you're not a slut. You're a nice girl that I want to be friends with."Carrie Osterling was a troubled young girl. Most people thought this, but nobody. Sexually liberated by any standard, would orgasm when fisted, anal was a delight and would suck a football through a straw - no vanilla sex here.After a few visits, we were on the bed naked and she asked me if her friend Jon could join us, said he was very bi but would leave if I was not comfortable. As Nixon said “when you have them by the balls – their minds and hearts will follow. She had sucked my balls and was holding my balls and sucking my cock so I said “yes , ok” – so she got up and. “No,” I protest though I'm not entirely sure what at, quieter this time, barely able to get enough breath in between my excited gasps for me to speak. He shushes me like I'm a baby he's rocking to sleep, and his thrusts become gentler. I try to look over my shoulder at the door, which I hadn't had a chance to lock. My heart begins to hammer and a sick feeling in my stomach begins to rise up at the thought of anyone walking in, but the possibility of it excites me. I cling on harder to the. .. I’m the owner of this house... ‘This house mine’!”“Uh. Was. Now is mine!” he said as he strutted away. He left two women to guard me. One was old as the leader, the other younger and cuter, probably his and her daughter.Who the fuck these people were is a mystery to me. They appeared out of the dark that night and that’s all there is. The only thing I got out of any of them is that they came from far away on a ship and people like me are hunting for them.They aren’t deformed at all, they are.