Get the hell out of my kitchen, I growled. The dog jumped up and ran into the den with Tom.Dont yell at him, Tom snapped. Its me your mad at. The dog ...asnt done anything to you. he added. You shut the fuck up Tom, its my kitchen, and I will not only run your dog out of here, if you raise your voice to me again, I will run you out as well. I shouted. I didnt mean to upset you, Tom replied.I walked through the den, on my way to the shower, I glanced over at Tom and shook my head. I looked over to. "I was pushed on the bed and felt Kent making me spread my legs.Then another pair of black hands lifted my legs up in the air; so Kent could have an easy access to my cunt.I screamed in pain when Kent pushed his thick head into my cunt. The bastard had not even tried to be gentle about it. I opened my mouth wider to scream, but someone grabbed me by my hair and turned my head. Then I saw a veiny black cock head being stabbed at my open red lips.The guy holding my hair slapped me with his free. The mushrooms are already clouding her vision and making her disorientated. Incoherent images float in the peak of the mirrored pyramid which encloses her. She feels her consciousness dissolving into the fog ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The morning was bright, hot for the time of year, a lovely day. But still Serena was despondent, could not join in the feeling – not of happiness, more of relief – that enveloped the town. Yesterday’s battle had been brief, designed to salvage a little honour rather than. Tracey undid her seatbelt and pulled her shirt off. She leaned forward a little, reached behind her back and undid her bra. She pulled it off and tossed it to the floor of the truck. Then she lifted her hips from the seat and slid her skirt off. Tracey was completely naked sitting in my truck, driving down the highway. She put her seatbelt back on, positioning the belt between her breasts. I’ve never seen a seatbelt look better. She put both of her feet on the dashboard. ‘Oh my gosh. Just.