Or at least that’s how I saw it. I’d like to say he looks sorta’ like her, but have you ever seen the movie Cujo? Remember how the dog was so d...rty, bloody, scraped and ragged by the end it looked like he was being held together by tendrils of sinew and unconquerable will alone? That’s what Cypress looks like. Someone who had come through Hell, and survived because they simply. Weren’t. Done here. ‘Where are we?’ I ask as he helps me off the trolley. He leads me, limping, up a path and. Her hips were full-fleshed and solid, the bulge of her thighs was soft and cushiony. Her pelvis undulated forward and back, teasing, taunting, daring the men with the dark patch between her legs, posing with her legs apart so that all could look up between her naked thighs and view the velvety purple vaginal lips and the tiny slit of her open cunt.Her nipples stood erect like blackberries on her heavy, firm breasts as they quivered to the rhythm of her dancing. Her buttocks trembled and she. That was enough, Kyle stood up and kissed Mel and she returned the kiss. Hands explored wildly as clothes were ripped from one another. They stopped for breath and Kyle saw Mel standing in front of him with just a thong and her heels on.Mel laid her back on the sofa and beckoned him to join her. He got to his knees and kissed her leg. He kissed a trail upwards and parted her legs with his hands, the inside of Mel's thigh was the main focus now as he removed her thong. He raised one her legs up. ..”After a few tries, Patty’s squiggles and attempts to draw pictures didn’t produce anything legible.“Tell you what. For now, I’ll call you Patty. If I think of any other Pat-type names, I’ll ask ya about them later. All right?”No reaction. He kept on offering names to Red for another five or ten minutes, coming up with as many as he could, but got no reaction from her at all.“All right.” He looked around and saw the rest of the women were standing behind him, watching and listening. “Listen.