I look like Brinley. I sound like Brinley. I even have her memories. But something feels different, because a different me has returned home. Tarnishe... and forever changed, because of The Chamber. How can anyone experience an entire year at the hands of a cunning and sadistic monster, and not be changed? Not be ruined, broken. Even the strongest among the seven of us will struggle on this most dreadful and awaited homecoming. I gaze around the house that I grew up in and it pretty much looks. ” “No, where? Tell me.” “On my clit.” “On your clit, huh…well, it just so happens, I’ve got a hard on and I thought of your lips.” “Oh, baby, and where were MY lips.” “They were kissing my chest, licking my stomach, licking down to my balls and up to the tip of my dick, that’s where they were.” “Craig, baby, baby tell me more, sweetheart,” she said, her pussy beginning to swell with joy juice. “Oh, baby, baby, sugar goodness, I can feel your lips on the tip of my dick. . She sits on the table, facing me laying back and spreads her legs. I stand between her legs caressing her inner thighs with my hard cock. Her smooth shaven pussy glistening with her juices waiting for my hard cock. With one finger I move up and down her wet opening. Slowly I part her lips as I taste her sweet tight pussy. As I flick my tongue over her clit her body is shaking in a state of ecstasy. Working my fingers inside her as she moans softly. I then clamp my mouth over her wet pussy,. I could smell her sweat and realized she could smell mine as well. I could hear her breath, regular, rhythmic and constant. Her stride didn't pound the road but was light and quick. She was a slight woman. My own stride was heavier and hard.Running side by side, I could hear the timbre of her voice in her breathing. I imagined the light rhythmic fall of her lean body, legs open, belly moistening my cock as we wrestled for position on her bed if the opportunity presented itself later.Suddenly.