. ' The number was out of town — an area code near New York City. Sara wrote it on a memo pad.Steve took off his jacket and hung it in the closet by... the front door. Then he took Sara's jacket off her shoulders. She was still looking at the number she had written."What's he doing in New York State?' she murmured.Steve replied, "As far as I can tell, he's waiting for you to call him so he can tell you. And it's a lot later there than it is here.'Sara pulled herself together and began dialing the. It pulled all the way out as another wave of it launched out covering the small of her back.Angela fell the ground panting. She looked up as it stood victoriously over her.It's head suddenly flung to its right when it was flung out of sight.She looked to her left to see what had just done that. That's when she realized why it was flung.Something, something big, shoved it out of the way, the creature was in front of her. She looked over.She saw clawed feet.Her gaze worked up.Thick black skin.Her. Getting shakily to his feet since he felt oddly drained and dizzy he made for the road and the house he had passed on his way up here. He only needed to walk for half an hour with just enough star light to see the road ahead. In the distance he convinced himself there was a light and though he had no idea of the time he headed toward it. In the daylight the house would seem solidly built of a grey slate coloured stone, standing resistant to the moor’s immensity. But in the dark it seemed a. Kneading both buttocks…. He cupped both cheeks and squeezing them alternatively…. a bit rough and intense….He unbuckled both his and my belt and unbuttoned the top of my jeans…. My jeans were held up only by the swell of my buttocks…. Mohsin’s hands slid under the elastic waistband of my briefs and felt of the actual flesh of my ass directly…. He began again on my butt-cheeks as he had before.“Perfect ass…. how on earth did you manage to get it rounded like a pair of melons? … Your butt feels.