Helen put me onto...)(...to tell you that the emergency broadcast has just been updated...)A battered station wagon careered towards to the concrete p...rapet of thefreeway. It hit a slanted pile of debris and was launched into the air. Thebumper of the car caught the parapet causing the vehicle to flip.(...for our Redbrick and Timpson Hills listeners there's some import stuff inthere for you so...)(THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR BULLSHIT HELEN!)The now upside down station wagon hung in the air for an. "What's the deal?" I asked him."You know that expression that architects have? The turd in the plaza?" he replied.I knew. When an architect designs a modern office building, it is almost obligatory to include an abstract, usually ugly, piece of statuary in front of it, or in the courtyard."So now it will be a real turd?" I asked."You bet. I'm working with this architect from Skiddles and Owning. We are going to stick it to the architecture critics in town." And stick it they did. The critics. His anus winked as the lube slid down his crack. I looked down to find that my own excitement was leaking down my inner thighs. I just couldn’t believe how horny all of this was making me. I told him to relax as I slowly slid the plug inside of him. I could hear the air suck in through his teeth as he tried to prepare his shit hole for exploration. It didn’t take much effort to get it in - I wiggled it gently as it slowly disappeared into his butt cheeks. He moaned erotically as he continued to. Kyle sat upon the step ladder, his cock engulfed in Chyna's pillowy tits as his latest load of cum oozed out of the dusky-skinned girl's cunt. Chyna never stopped sliding her tits up and down on his cock, brightly smiling up at his girlfriend like it was the most natural thing in the world.Christy closed the door, peering at him intently, thumbing her amber pendant. Did the amber just glow? No, it must have been the light glinting off it."Hecate, reveal the truth," Christy whispered; more light.