Her eyes, no longer glassy, sparkled as they fixed on me, apparently hardly noticing Wendy. I walked to the foot of the bed and stood there with my le...s somewhat apart and my arms folded as I tried to assume a pose suggesting a confidence and mastery I was far from feeling.I looked at my acquisition. She was lying on her back with her legs somewhat apart; huge flows of spunk had oozed from her cunt and a pool of it, still wet and sticky, had gathered on the cover. Her vast brown breasts,. She got her period when she was ten and found she liked sex more than her hobby. Of all the ways she worked to ensure she left this life in spectacular death, she died at eleven in childbirth. Her hips weren’t wide enough to deliver the baby vaginally. My family doesn’t permit a baby to come into this world any other way. I will give it to her, though. She found a scalpel somewhere and proceeded to cut herself open to get her baby out. Sadly, she cut the umbilical cord trying to get the baby. Her shapely figure was shown off my a black catsuit,and her lower legs were encased in high leather boots.He said, "Do you really think you can beat me, little girl?"Seeming unconcerned, she said, "Maybe I can."Her confidence bothered him, so he used his shapeshifting abilities todemonstrate his superiority. First he lengthened his arms until theyalmost reached her. Then he stretched his fingers so they could easilyenclose her. Shaper was about to capture her in his grip when thoseemerald. In a way, I've felt that love was inevitable between us, and I've not been disappointed.At our table, we talked, we laughed, we swapped stories and opinions, we did all the fun things we do together on the phone. Remember how that started with us? We traded phone numbers in our e-mails, and then we called. We were acquaintances. We became friends. It wasn't long before we knew that we loved each other. It has only been a short time, you know, and yet it seems like we've loved each other.