“Manic-compulsive. His consist of several smaller critters carrying lists.”“You mean paper lists? What kind of creatures are these who use human...tools?”“I’m not entirely sure. They mostly look like cartoon caricatures. I’m unsure whether I’m projecting familiar forms onto unfamiliar beings my mind can’t deal with, or they’re where the stereotypical images originate from.”“Don’t undermine yourself. You’re the only one to see them. There’s no reason for them to be anything other than how they. "I don't mind," Sammi said. "That just means I'll have to clean up a little more." She shot a surreptitious glance at his dick. It was definitely longer than it had been only a couple of minutes before. The rest of his body wasn't bad, either: nice shoulders, a tight-looking butt, and muscular thighs.She glanced around to make sure nobody was watching, and then playfully put her hand on his dick. It stiffened right away."Careful..." You mean it might go off in my hand?" No, what if... oh, God,. She lied there and I raised her paavada and went straight to her pussy. The smell wa musky and I felt like my dick got a little more bigger with the smell. I gently kissed her and could feel her leg shivering a little. I gently kissed and sucked her top of the pussy and she had her hand on my hair. After like 2 minutes she pulled my hair and I knew she wants my dick inside her. I went straight on top of her and tried to enter her without any help. That didn’t help and she took her hand to my. She looked a little flushed ... excited. "I want other women to know that a woman CAN defend herself. That miserable little man will think twice before attacking another woman. I made him pay for what he tried to do to me."She'd made him pay, all right. She'd almost killed him. The doctors still didn't know if they could save his left eye, and he was still on IV nourishment, because the hole she'd driven through one cheek hadn't healed enough yet to allow him to chew food.Jean Chantal Custer.