Robbie's rock destroyed my scissors and she stepped up to the mic."Eight teams play tonight. The Rebels are one of them!" The audience applauded and s...tomped their feet. "For the second year!" The noise from the bleachers got even louder. I wondered if they stress-tested those things before they installed them. "Last year all the newspapers were saying that we were a mistake, that we didn't belong. This year about half of them are ready to give us the trophy now."It doesn't matter, 'cause either. There was one on each side of the head. They were large with yellow Irises that had a vertical black line in the center and not a round pupil. All of this was on the white sclera background. They seemed to look directly into your very soul, and could see all that you were, and all that you had done; they were that piercing. The last thing that I noticed was that the face and that part of the neck that were visible, were a blue color, but a somewhat faded blue. It was an absolutely terrifying. Opening her mouth, she slid down over the engorged stone penis. Closing her eyes and sighing, she slowly bobbed her lips up to the stony tip, and then down to the curly base of the statue, again and again. Jiri could do nothing but watch in sensual apprehension, and could see her tongue working on the marble, every now and again her throat swallowing, as if she were drawing some vital essence from the statue, her arms wrapped around the stone buttocks, stroking and pressing the cold. I pushed back on his cock and instructed him to fuck me as hard as he wanted. I don’t think he understood how depraved I could actually be when it came to sex. He was learning fast though. Suddenly his cock was removed and pushed back inside as fast as a blink. He started fucking me with such urgency I started to wonder whether there would be enough time for me to reach an orgasm. I concentrated hard, he fucked me hard, and together we journeyed to the final frontier. Now, I know this has.