.. until one day, I thrust my index finger into my rectum and imagined myself dominated by all those who had flaunted their large male members. Even t...hen, though, my killing thoughts lingered. I swore when I went off to college I would come back and kill him in the evening hours, my trusty green car battering the life out of him as I spun my tires away back to Maryland, awaiting a call that my friend had been killed, by a stranger no less. But I didn't. I stayed my killing hand. I turned my. At other times, it was the death and destruction of the sinners. Most of the time though, it was for the death of the demon that had injured those good Christian fellows in the hospital. The activity outside the hospital had everyone nervous, but there wasn’t too much that anyone could do about it.Glen exited his truck and removed the weapons that he carried. He had given up on anything too fancy and now carried two double shot derringers in his pockets. He would be arrested as soon as he. A very sweet sounding and perky voice said 'Hi! This is Andrea and I'm sorry I missed your call. You know what to do at the beep.' I punched the end call button before leaving a message. I guess all the phones now have caller ID so I knew of course that Andrea would recognize my phone number. What would she do with it though was the intensely burning question on my mind! Later that night, I suppose around 2 AM, my phone rang. I was already asleep and it scared the shit out of me when it went. But I always like to be on top!"Your sister knew you were hopelessly ticklish; she quickly lunges at you, surprising you with her agility as she knocks you to the floor and digs her hands into your sides. Knowing this problem runs in the family, you quickly tickle her back, your hands groping her shapely hips. As you both laugh uncontrollably you can't help but feel your sister's hot body pressed tightly against you.Her tits smashing against your chest, the feel of her soft skin against your.