“You slut! This is how you treat me?” John tore his shirt off and undid his pants. Pushing them down off his hips he stepped into the shower. Grab...ing his wife by the hair, he pulled her to his knees facing his prodigious erection. “You want some cock, slut?” Grabbing her head around her ears, he pulled her face to his groin. “Here’s some cock, slut!” he yelled, slapping her cheeks with his erect manhood. He continued to beat her face with his dick until she opened her mouth to accept him.John. . . .It was five minutes past ten and Amy, Anita, and April sat outside of Principal Killerby's office, waiting for him to greet them.Amy sat prim and proper with her tits jutting out from her chest.Anita slouched, pouting and bored.April curled up in her seat, holding her tummy and staring at the floor."Yo, if this dude doesn't hurry up, I'm out of here." Anita said."We know." Amy said. "You're so cool."Sparks of anger flashed between the two, but then they heard the sounds of Principal. Is samay mere ghar me live blue film chal rahi thi. ab manish ne bur chusane ke saath saath unke jangho ko bhi beech beech meChum raha tha. tabhi auntee ne paani chor diya our manish ka sar apane chut me daba kar usake balo me haath ferane lagi. Fir auntee slab se utar gayee our manish ko puri tarah se nanga kar ke usaka land muh me bhar kar chusane lagi. Auntee ne ab dono haatho se usaki gaand pakad rakhi thi our land ko kafi pyar se chus rahi thi. manish bhi dhire dhire auntee ki muh ki. He abandoned his attempt at an improvised gas mask.“It’s just smoke.” He told them, speaking lower now, in case she could still hear. “Keep watching the entrances.”Visibility shrank as the cloud filled the room. When the gunshots died away, he thought he could hear a faint humming in the air. Then, in the fog, he saw it; a man-sized shape coming toward him. He backed away, aiming the rifle at it.“Stay away!” He commanded in English. The shape ignored him and continued its silent movement in his.