As she continued, she slowly arched her back on the lawn chair that supported her, clearly nearing her climax. "Dude! Move over!" Caleb whispered as h... shoved Mark to the side to get a clear view of the woman. Mark fell, right into the tall bush that was shielding the two from the public eye. Shit, these things can make a lot of noise, thought Mark, as Caleb turned, horror struck. "Who's there?!" The obviously disappointed temptress called, and as Caleb began to run, Mark could hear the. PLEEEEEEEESE! The cycle continues and her cries are delightful. She’s locked in an endless dance screaming NNNNOOOOGHH with garbled, drowning cries over and over again. The effects of the electricity are invisible, but the pressure in her breasts is clear. Her bountiful tits are deep blue, the skin almost white, her nipples so hard and thick they might pop. The veins have doubled in number, their crisscrossing pattern rising angrily to the surface of her once-white breasts.?You want them off??. {Jude and I had some really bad nightmares last night. These weren't your normal falling or trying to run away from something nightmares. These were full blown Steven King or Dean Koontz nightmares. When we woke up this morning we were talking about them, and the nightmares were the same. Identical. Down to the most minute detail. People don't share dreams, Mike.}{Okay, I gotcha. I didn't sleep at all well myself. I didn't have any nightmares, but I kept waking up. I had this uncomfortable. That old picture of "husband, home, 2 1/2 kids and a dog" got dimmer and dimmer in my mind. Then I met George.George was my English Lit professor. Well, he was an assistant professor. The first day of class with Professor Wheeler, he wrote just his first name on the board and said, "That's my name. If any of you call me anything else, your grade will suffer." So everybody called him George.He was also ruggedly handsome in a bookish kind of way. His hair was fashionably long, curling up at the.