Oh, fuck! Gods, you’re in my pussy and ass ... and it feels ... terrific! I love this ... I love it! Both of you, it feels incredible with you two ...... inside me!” Arsinoe screamed as she felt Apollo and me sliding in and out of her holes.“You’re not so bad yourself,” Dad briefly changed his face to that of Groucho Marx as he said that, too.That made sense. He was an immortal God. He had witnessed every era of entertainment in recorded history, I would imagine. Comedy classics like the Marx. The cabin would be their secluded refuge from dusk ’til dawn. After feasting on supper and securing the cabin, Marcy and Wynn lounged on the sofa in front of the red and yellow flames. They sipped Merlot which helped chase away the cold nips. As they chatted, Wynn asked Marcy about her education at the Total Woman Academy. Marcy described the curriculum which prepared Academy graduates to focus their whole being on garnering a successful life using intelligence, beauty and poise. Since. My mom had been tortured and killed, then strung up like a doll. The police pulled up soon after that and came in to find me crying and staring up at my mom. They lead me away, saying they would find who did this. They never did, they still haven’t and I’ve given up. I’m now seventeen, in foster care for another year. I moved to a new town, a new school, a new job. I couldn’t stay in the same place. It was another small town, and everyone knew I was in foster care as soon as I showed up to. They cast him a casual glance and left after finishing their drinks. At closing time he left, and retraced his steps along the road. Something made him look back, and his heart lurched as he saw the black van parked opposite the pub – dark tinted windows menacing in the street light. He cut rapidly off to the laneway, and along it to the park, where he stopped and listened. No motors. He slipped into the park and was almost halfway through it when a black figure rose to his right. He yelped in.