Always sitting in his big couch with a bud on hand, watching anime cartoons.We are both estranged to each other, I only knew him as much as he knew me... Anyway, him and mom are split up, well, neh, let just say I'm a one-night stand k!d and they never really love each other or anything, so that's why they aren't together.Long ago when they decided that dad can raise me when I'm around high-$school because he is not a great dad or taking care of k!ds and all. And mom don't blame him. Mom said. "So you really are an actor? she questioned. "Yes, I've been in dozens of shows." "Me too. Are you good at improv?" she asked as her eyes grew wide. "I am very good at it. Why do you ask?" "The person I came with is my husband. We have had an idea for a fantasy that has gone unfilled for the longest time." "What kind of fantasy? I asked with my interest piqued. "He wants to see me fucked by another man," Lana responded. "I take it he wants to join in?" I asked quickly losing interest. "Only if. Leaning over my body as he thrusts. Feeling his sweet, hot, exhausted breath against my soft neck. An occational "Oh, Austin!" escaping my lips as I thrust the sharpie hard into me, jerking myself with my three fingers as fast as I could. A good eight minutes passed before the sensation of my orgasm started nearing closer and closer, my thrust of the sharpie becoming harder and deeper as the pleasure of the orgasm nulled the pain of the penitration. Finally, I reached my orgasm.The pleasure of. “Scritch…scritch, scratch.” She shrugged it off, turning over onto her back and attempting to go back to sleep.“Scritch….scriiiitch.” Her eyes opened, irritated. It sounded as if it were…coming from beneath her bed.Amy sat up, her eyes wide in the semi-darkness of the room. “There’s…there’s something under my bed,” she thought. Every Hollywood horror film came to mind: horrendous monsters with dripping fangs and bloody claws, disfigured living corpses with stinking, rotting flesh.She shook her.