Thank God for the radios! We might not have been able to fight off that much single-minded ferocity without one person being able to coordinate the de...fense. The dinosaurs continued to attack even though they were missing great pieces of their bodies. Either they were too dumb to know that they were mortally wounded or their nervous system was so decentralized that one part of the body didn't know about the monstrous damage to some other part. Eventually, they died, but they were hell-on-wheels. Maria’s cock slid gently into my open mouth and was ready to stiffen once more. I hungrily chewed on her purple tip as Karen continued to lick and nibble my shaft, and Maria and I were both getting hard again together as Lela lay down to lick Karen’s dirty arsehole clean of the rest of my cum.Just then, there was a knock at the front door. “I bet that’s Jim” moaned Karen, breaking away from my cock. She hurriedly put on her dressing gown and went to fetch her teenage fuck-buddy. “You must be. “Oh – that would be lovely, thank you,” said Rob. Anna took a warm scone from the tray and split it with a knife, before asking, “Clotted cream first, then jam – or the other way around?”“Oh, cream first of course, Miss Anna – just like my granny taught me!” chuckled Rob.“Ah, my granny was the same!” replied Anna as she dipped a teaspoon into a small Wedgwood pot and began liberally smearing Cornish clotted cream up and down the full length of Rob’s cock. “But my auntie Ethel always did the jam. Confusion filled my head. Everything felt wrong. Looking down at myratty jeans and sneakers, my breath held. As I looked down to my handswith bitten nails and calluses, I made a high-pitched screamed. Whywould I do that? I've had chipped nail polish but I'd never allow this!Oh right...."Greta, are you alright?" said Jack as he rushed over to take my hand.Coming back from my spacing out, I treated this as if it were the mostnormal thing in the world. "No! Why am I dressed like a boy? Whose.