“Wow! It worked!” Singer told Flan, “but I think it only bought us a little time.”“I don’t know if I’m doing it wrong, but it doesn’t ...eem to be slowing the mist coming from the sewer at all!” Flan answered, with a very brittle calm. “I’m not sure what else to do to stop it.”“Throw a grenade in the sewer!” Singer suggested urgently, pressing back against Flans back harder as the tendril from the window waved closer. “They’ve got to be in the sewer and can see us to be able to direct it to trap. He said, "I never get punished! Because of you, Dad punished me. Likeit's my fault that you are a fucking sissy. Like it's my fault you pissme off just by being in the same room as I am. Because of you, Dad ismaking me sit out the next football game. You are fucking lucky thatit's just a pre-season game. Cause if it was a real game I'd fuckingbeat the living shit outta you to make it worth sitting out."He took a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and locked my wristsbehind me. He walked. Yes do that he told me. He smiled down at me and said he was feeling extremely horny still and perverted too. Good because so am I, I replied.He pulled me to my feet and said he wanted to kiss me again first and we went into a deep tonguing kiss. When we broke apart he smiled again and told me to look in the mirror which I did. I saw my face was streaked where he had wiped his cock and I told him I looked part Indian with the brown on my face. He laughed at that and said he might make my face. It was up to me to lift her dress a little and take off her panties and tongue. At first it bothered me a little that she had a wet wet pussy but I got used to it quickly.Dan took off his pants. She sat comfortably on the couch and Elena came over him, with her back to him, to leave me room to lick it. I didn't stay in that position for long. We all got to our feet and got rid of the rest of our clothes.Dan told Elena to sit down, but with her knees on the couch and her face against the wall..