Part of him thought it would be foolish to think that. After fighting within himself, he sank to the ground and began to talk. ‘I’m sorry.’ He s...aid quietly. He felt awkward, like he was talking to himself. ‘Linden kissed me, and I let her.’ Donovan sat silently thinking about the scene right before he had run off. He was scared, not of her, but of betraying his friend. Sure, he wasn’t alive, but the grass hadn’t even grown over the grave yet. He had only been gone a week. A lump wedged itself. After a bit, we took a breather and tried to resume non-sexual activities and conversation. But, like I said, I had already crossed the point of no return. So when I started to clean myself of my juices, of course it turned into me playing with my pussy. And of course that caught his attention. And of course he was back on me in an instant, his body pressed close to mine in that way that gets me every time. This time we both stayed standing, watching each other masturbate to the other. I find. Wallace, it was nothing new, having given birth to three c***dren before, but for Mr. Wallace, it was terrifying to say the least. He felt the urge to take a shit, and then a searing pain in his asshole. Almost be instinct, he pulled his knees to his chest, trying to get the thing inside him out. The demon appeared at Mr. Wallace’s side, “You know, I never tire of seeing men giving birth to my bastard c***dren through their asshole. I guess it’s something about men that excite me.” The demon. "Am I what?" I asked. I was a little slow on the uptake at the moment, being distracted by the view of her rump wagging in the air as she rummaged through the grocery bags. "Are you an axe murderer?" Mandy laughed."Of course not." I replied. "How does one murder an axe anyway? Strangulation seems pointless, no neck to squeeze, Likewise poison is out. Maybe you could shoot it or burn it at the stake..."Mandy was howling with laughter. "I'll tell that to Cheryl just like you said it."She climbed.