He pulled her up to her feet and pushed her face down over an empty table. He dropped his pants, flipped her skirt up and ripped her panties off with...one hard yank. He plunged his fingers into her snatch and began to roughly play with her. Kicking her legs wide apart he spit in his hand and rubbed it on his fat cock. He pushed into her, ignoring her cries of pain. He noticed pats of butter on the table and grabbed one and rubbed it over his cock, then slipped into her fully with one greasy. Susie had pulled into the driveway of the little house and had turnedoff the engine. I reached for the door handle but she reached acrossto stop me."Come on," she said. "Out with it." What do you mean?" I realised she was referring to myuncharacteristic silence throughout the journey from Transformations."It hurts to talk because of the injections in my lips." It's more than that though, isn't it? You've been like a Trappistmonk all the way home. Or perhaps I should say a Carmelite nun. Hecame down in the beginning of a puddle, splashing water all around him,which included me."Hey!" I exclaimed in mock anger, searching for a puddle of my own tosplash in. I found a nice one a few paces up the sidewalk. "Let's seehow you like it."The two of us hit the puddle at the same time, splashing each other andeverything around us as we laughed at the childishness of it. The restof the run home was full of such splashes and slides. Finally, though,we found ourselves in Noah's house,. They were probably re-evaluating our pets, going back to thinking they were just people in costumes. After all, they all acted so normal.We stopped after a couple hours, having a full sandy city in front of us. I went over to see what Lorraine had made. It was a town like ours, but with some kind of Mt. Rushmore in the back and a wall around it.“What is that?” I asked.“It’s the Village Hidden in the Leaves, or in this case, the sand.”“I’m not even going to ask what that’s a reference.