She hung out with me, mostly for pity, at least that was what I thought. The day after our latest outing I was lounging on the couch watching a Cubs g...me. Not that I’m a Cubs fan, they just happened to be on TV. I was toying with the idea of hoping in the shower, but I had another couple of hours before I had to get ready for the afternoon shift. I started to get ready for a run when the phone rang. It was Joan and she was on a break at her job and wanted to shoot the shit. She eventually got. Each woman was a distorted version of a townsperson, men and women. Each one incited an instant erection though, including the former men. Some wore the tattered remains of their old clothing, ripped from the transformations. Their faces were lustful and murderous. The names of the others within each woman instantly came to Peter, though he couldn't place them: Whitney and Red. And he saw Laura's face within. He knew what that meant. Peter picked himself up to face the army of women, and the. Every one had a favorite food that they wanted to prepare. I certainly was no cook but I was going to take notes.I was - for one - looking forward to it. This would be my first Turkey day with family in ten years. Too many of them in the last few years had been an MRE in a foxhole in body armor.I arrived home in time to watch the delivery truck back up the driveway. It took an hour for the delivery guys to put the beds together and get the rest of the accessories into each room. I gave each of. Then, squirming about for a few seconds, she added, "I'm so gonna love filling this room with my orgasmic screams." And, I'm going to so enjoy bringing about those screams," I replied while grabbing her ankles and turning her sideways on the bed. My next move was to flip her face down and spreading her thighs as far apart as they would go. Her legs were nearly straight out from her torso before I rummaged through her bag to find some restraints. I unclipped the velcro cuffs from the spreader.