"It's like this, lard-ass! You fucked up! You picked the wrong girl to jump out of the bushes on! You should have never tried to rape Lana with that p...ny little thing you call a prick. So now you pay!" Stacy said. She could see how much Lana was enjoying watching the poor excuse for a man squirm."But--" Charlie sputtered, trying to say something in his defense, but not getting to finish as Stacy cut him off."But my ass! What do you think Lana? Should I shoot his little pee-pee off?" She. I sat, confused, enraged and saddened atthe same time. These people were not people, they were monsters. And Ihad decided to try to fight in anyway I could to prevent this fromhappening. I began trying to hop over to the one way mirror and tryingto kick the mirror in. But, after what felt like several hours and Ieventually tired and passed out. I awoke to find myself strapped in somelarge machine looking out seeing several men running around in white labcoats and clipboards. I saw many thick. He put the TV in the middle. He then got in and sat down and see plenty of room and her mom sits next to me.I tried to sit next to my son. I could sit in the seat, but the door wouldn’t close. Now, I am not a big woman. I stand about five feet tall and I only weight hundred pounds. It was my son taking up all the room. He was already over six feet tall and weighed around two hundred pounds.It’s not me that’s taking up all of the room, it’s you. This isn’t going to work. Tell you what leave the. Kneeling beside him, she put one hand under his upraised cock, resting it on his pubic hair as he lay on his back. With the other, she began long, electrifying strokes that started behind his scrotum and ran all the way up over the sensitive back side of his glans. The underneath hand matched the motion with shorter strokes, providing a mind-blowing 'milking' sensation.Almost too overloaded to do anything, Mark looked down at the lovely sight of her firm, shapely breast hanging down as she.