.. Maybe it is a guy, what if he is ugly? or he could be cute? I stretched a little, curling my sweaty aching toes, separated my legs a little. Wow, I...was wet, the inside of my smooth white thigh was soaked in juices. Before I could turn around and see this man. I felt a soft, delicate hand caress the inside of my soaking thigh. My favorite place to be touched, I let out a sigh.Deb: As I made my way up her slathered, big meaty succulent thighs. I go in and kiss her warm neck. Her long brunette. It took me six weeks of digging in the library catacombs tofind out. I found out that it wouldn't be our choice, but MotherNature's. The selection would take place a month after the death of ourmonarch. The selection would be from our young people ranging from theages fifteen to seventeen on their birthday. In this city alone therewere 456 people who fell into that category." My family, my friends andI sat dumbfounded as the Doctor continued. "A week ago we found out theselection would be from. I hate it when one of my wise-ass remarks gets lost in the weeds.“stranded in a maze of their own making, they are now drowning in their own bullshit. We need a new day and a new toilet. We don’t need more of the same old crap. Although that’s all, we’ll likely get,” I licked my lips and made a face.“Needs salt,” I stuck out my tongue.“They better watch out for the carver’s knife,” I pantomimed the guy from Psycho and stabbed the air with an imaginary knife as I stifled a groan and pulled out. But now…!If Morey had hoped to improve Susan’s attention to her share of the chores by this method he had made a serious miscalculation: Before, she had let things slide through carelessness. Now she was doing it on purpose.The change didn’t happen all at once, of course. They never discussed what had happened, and after the kitchen-floor incident Susan had actually done a lot better, at first. But she often found herself daydreaming about what he’d done to her that day; what he’d made her do..