Art by Oo_Sebastian_oOFive Years After Syndrome's Attack"Honestly, sweetie, if there's ever a type of villain you don't want to go solo against, it's ...a mind controller."The villainess Mezmerella leaned against the top of a classic ball chair as she spoke. The smooth white plastic of the chair was a half-sphere sliced at a steep angle, the inside filled with red cashmere and soft red cushions.Mezmerella was in full costume, the figure-hugging white catsuit and her long flame-red hair. Had any of the four paranormal investigators in the attic been able to peek into the spiritual plane, they would be able to see Hunter’s breathless twitching and convulsing was not, in fact, the product of any kind of otherworldly improvisation. Rather, Hunter would have a girthy ghost dick plunged halfway to her belly – one that was spasming as it unloaded ropes of sticky ectoplasmic spunk into Hunter’s stomach. Audrey, it seems, had uncanny timing at getting off incorporeal beings.“Oh, lord. As I approached I could already here the mosquitoes buzzing my head, I quickly lubricated my cock and with a dollop on my forefinger teased and inserted into his waiting ass. In anticipation Thomas sighed and reached back grabbing my cock and in one thrust took my cock and aimed it towards his pulsating hole taking it almost halfway into him. The feel of my foreskin being pushed back as I entered the hot avenue of his ass incredible! The intensity and the feeling was overwhelming the. That made trying to find a way to con the bad guys even harder. There was no way I could pretend to be a friend, since obviously the bad guys would know their friends.If not a friend, then what kind of stranger would seem harmless? Even better, what kind of stranger would I trust and want to help? I was trying to remember who all I had known that fell into that category. At that point, I remembered the UPS delivery of my pistol from California. It would be due a couple of days down the road. If.