.. bad things..." he gravely intoned, shuddering convincingly before turning away to sob like a little bitch into his pillow.He'd said he caught a hun... of shrapnel in his grill when he attempted to deflect an incoming mortar round with his skull, like the former World Cup soccer star he had also told her he used to be ... before that damn war changed everything.She'd felt so badly for her brave and apparently formerly athletic hero. "Gosh, Sledge, you were a World Cup soccer star, even with. I knelt to look at her exposed pussy. I took a sniff and dared to touch them but her hands stopped me. "You start from the top." She told me as she place my hands on her breast. Soft. I thought. The softest things I've ever touch in my thirteen years of life back then. I fondled them and squeezed them. I pinched her nipples. She moaned. "Not too hard."I went back to her pussy, I tried running my finger along the lines of the lips and slowly pressed deeper. She bent down to reach for my cock and. Somethinghot and wet is pressing against the left lip of her virgin cunt. Somewhat heavierthan the insects, it crawls over her pubic hair and along her belly. Whateverit is follows the path blazed by the first brave cockroach and climbs her breast.As it conquers the fleshy mountain that is Chrissy's left breast, the girlsees what it is. Her screams intensify. A large rat is sitting on her chest.Its beady red eyes burn into hers as it continues its journey of discovery.The vermin draws back its. She enjoys her other playmates, but she would never consider leaving you.”“I’m aware of that on one level, but my doubts still crop up sometimes. I don’t exactly have the greatest track record with women wanting to stick around,” I replied. “She is slowly getting me past it, mostly by always being there when I start to worry, but it has been hard. I’m also a bit worried about being able to spend enough time with her, with the way she’s basically throwing the other pets at me.”“I wouldn’t worry.