But she was silly. Angel loved men you see, and this is a story about how that love made her very sad. Angel liked to surf the web. She loved to go i...to chat rooms and talk to men. She would talk about anything but loved talking about Sex. She could spin a web with her fantasies that would make men groan in delight. Angel would go online almost every night and search the digital ether for a certain type of man. One that she could tease and torment to a raging erection. Once he was oozing. Derrick slaps both ass cheeks twice simultaneous before grabbing my left cheek as it jiggle around. I grab the bed sheets as he lets go of my cheek and gives it a slap. I can no longer hold my cum in and start squirting all over my bed. My hard dick waving like crazy as Derrick continues to fuck my ass. As I finally come down off my high, Derrick slaps another ass cheek and tells me I will be his bitch for now on. I grab the bed sheets again as I try to figure how much longer he can last. My. “No, they’d be shown the door, at least by the old-timers. They can be rather strict. I suppose that’s rubbed off on me a little, though. Keeping the traditions going.” She glanced at the door. “Should we go check on them?”“They’re probably fine. I bet they’ll be back soon.”“Okay.”“What do the old-timers think of your lip piercing?” I asked.Muireann smiled a little. “It was the talk of the sessions for a time. But what can they do? They still let me play, despite it.”“Maybe they realize that. "Watch your heads," Chad warned. "We're coming to the end of the tunnel."They crouched in the darkness, waiting for they knew not what. Chad reached out, trying to reach the local fuzzroach group mind, but for long moments was unable to make contact. Then he found it, but this time there was no sense of vibrant strength in the intermeshing thought patterns. The currents were weak, grayseeming; the blurred pictures strangely furtive, evasive even. He tried to project a friendly image, reassuring.