"Trying to exit, small door, keep 'em bottled," I announced.One of the thugs wrenched the door open only to fall back with a scream, an arrow protrudi...ng from his chest. Two more bolts hissed through the doorway catching one in the leg and the other missing but making the ones at the front of the mob press back.There was panic and almost pandemonium in front of me as I kept firing from the darkness into the crowd as did the others until with only about fifteen of them left standing someone. Its eyes blaze red and the horns gleam sharply in the low light, the creature breathes heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly. Andrews eyes drop lower and widen in shock as he swallows hard and reaches for his blades, drawing one in each hand very ready to fight this thing to death. The minotaur advances several steps and like to a train wreck, Andrew's eyes are drawn again to the monstrous cock of the beast as it bobs with the movement. A thick clear fluid leaks from the tip that is easily. . crazy or something?" No." I wondered at her unfamiliarity with basic kindness, her uncertainty of how to handle concern for another.As we watched television I searched her mind for more details.We lived in a crappy trailer court outside of Pine Bluff, Arkansas. Our mother's name was Marsha. She had been a free spirit in high school, until she got pregnant with Susan at sixteen. The father had stayed with her, though they had both dropped out of school. When Wesley was born less than a year. She sucked in her breath as I sank most of my shaft into her. "Oh, yes, Daddy, that's it. My pussy has never been stretched so wide."Carol huffed and puffed as I relentlessly fucked her. I was determined to screw her better than she had ever been screwed before. Her sharp fingernails raked across my ass, not hard enough to draw blood but certainly hard enough to get my attention. I smoothly propped her legs on my shoulders and pinned her wrists to the bed. "Oh, yes, Daddy, I love to get fucked.