No, don't touch my cunt. Just your fingers along my thighs. Oh fuck. Now position me. Open me wide. Pull my legs open. Bend my knees. Oh. Mmm." You're...a goddess. The goddess of fuck." And you're my fuck god. Oh fuck. Yes. Press. Press in. You're oiled already. In. Deep. Deeper. Oh fuck. Even deeper. Oh God. Your endless pole. Keep going. Oh yes!" You're full of life in there, like a million fingers pressing and touching and stroking." He held himself over her. He held himself from her. Only. This made them perfect targets. We switched to explosive rounds with a 15-foot radius on the proximity fuses. Voice had added some black powder to the bombs so that they were easier to see when they went off. This made it easier to correct our aim. By the time the creatures were within 750 yards of us, our shots were all on target, and we were blasting them out of the sky.They crashed into the ground a comfortable distance away. None of the group of eight had escaped to report back to the. "She put a hand on his shoulder, which was highly unusual for her. Even though they had been close friends for over three years now, there were limitations to their friendship since she was a teacher and he was a student. For one, she didn't feel comfortable seeing him outside of school without some education-based justification such as a museum trip. For another, they almost never had any physical contact, in part for fear of fanning the flames of suspicion by people who already thought it. I fully expected Colleen to call before they went to bed and she didn't let me down. The telephone rang at 7:30 PM on the dot."Hello," I said.There was a slight pause before she said, "I want to come home. Please, let me. I miss my children... and I miss you, too."I did not want to give her any hope at this point, false or otherwise, so I said to her, "I'm truly sorry that it had to come to this, Colleen, but that's not going to happen tonight, and maybe never. We have a lot of things to.