Nineteen year old guys are one of God's gifts: after about twenty minutes of this divine revelation, he came again in a fountain of cream that oozed g...ntly from the purple hood of his cock. He dozed as we showered together. I remarked admiringly to Tran, "Too bad these pussies don't work as good as they look." "I'd be a happy girl then," Tran replied. "And he'd be a happy guy, too. Keeping him on the outside is going to be impossible, and Rick is no better." Well, what is it, another week and. “You were so nervous and red faced; you just drew more attention to yourself. Every time you twisted in your seat to see who was watching, that tiny dress would ride up. I saw your pussy three times.” “Oh, you dirty perv!” she cried, elbowing me gently in the stomach, the poorly veiled glee in her voice betraying her words. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” “We were just roommates then,” I said. “And afterwards it never came up. I still think about it when you’re not around though.” “OK then,” she. To think that the last she would give would be to a sadistic infected creature ostensibly bent on suffocating her with his well endowed manhood.Presently the fucking sped up and she felt the sides of her mouth and her lips getting raw from the sheer speed of the facefuck. She'd never thought she'd be used like this, and the feeling of helplessness reinforced her misery at being raped by an infected person. Tears began to increasingly lubricate the pole as it passed in and out of her red. I blinked, taking a nervous step back as my mouth dropped open in disbelief. After a few seconds, I tested it, finding that it not only felt, but tasted like a real steak. Taking a deep breath, I whispered, "No way..." For a moment, all I could do was stare at the steak in utter amazement, my eyes so wide that it was a wonder they didn't just pop out of my head. Cheap store bought dinners didn't just turn into juicy steaks... Not unless... With a frown, I willed my glass of milk to change as.