It wasn’t as dramatic as the ones she had before, but it was wonderful nonetheless. She ran her hands over the tentacles that clutched her tits, fee...ling their capacity for both strength and tenderness. Dong gently lowered her to the ground, and she walked to the edge of the cliff and looked over. She could see quite a bit of the island from this vantage point, and immediately below was another lake with a river feeding into it and flowing back out on the other side. “It’s a wonderful view you. Theworld remembers these women as the victims of Jack the Ripper, buttheir killer was no mere man.I sipped my milk thoughtfully, idly running a finger across my cheek asI remembered the feel of Frank Bennett's 'mutton chop' whiskers.Archimage had been concerned by the success of Bennett and St.Clair andthe department they worked for. Their investigations had come close toour activities on several occasions and he was determined his war withhis brother should remain a private affair. On the. We had each come atJimmy's hand (or mouth in mine and Mark's case) and were trying torecover. Well, Mark and I were already recovering, but all three of uswere wearing cum and saliva soaked lingerie. "I need to change," I saidand got up to get my blue chemise and a clean pair of white nylon bikinipanties out of the trophy drawer. Jimmy inquired as to why I wasn'tputting on jeans and a t-shirt and I responded that the moment calledfor slick, slinky attire and I wasn't about to break the. I'd had too many boyfriends to count on both hands. Once I'd liked a guy so much I'd waited an hour every day for him to finish class so that we could "accidentally" walk home together, so this new urge I had for a girl in my class was frightening. It was inexplicable. She, Lucy, was hot - all the guys wanted her. She wore to school to most provocative outfits, though, so you couldn't really blame them. Her tits were the biggest I'd ever seen on a girl our age - and perfectly shaped, the kind.