The nature to kill.When I was only five years old I remember dreaming such things as fires and blood, some things so horrible that when I told anyone ...about them they'd either insult me or give me a cold, morbid stare that told me I was some sort of moster, but I didn't understand. These dreams of falling lumber with glowing flames raging, people being slaughtered and crushed by them. The dreams of which a young girl would be ganged up on by a number of men and forced into the most mind-breaking. It was something about how quickly she fell for him, it felt like a spell had been cast on her the moment their eyes had first met. As she dressed herself she decided to go with her favorite tight crimson red jeans. They were comfortable, but she knew how well it hugged her round ass, it would definitely catch his eyes! It was a glorious winter day, and their meeting point was filled with people enjoying the atmosphere. She stood under the old clock tower, watching the hands slowly move around. It is interesting to me how cum has so many flavors yet smells pretty much the same. One of the times I did a Bukake I sat partially up and allowed the cum to accumulate in a beer mug that I held below my chin. I would swallow a little but also spit some in the mug as 70 guys jerked off in my face. When everyone had shot his load I had a beer mug half filled with delicious cum. The guys seemed to enjoy watching me drink the mug down and even lick the glass clean. Often times it would get a few. He put his hand on Rhonda's calf, raised her foot up and removed her sandal. He then started to put the shoe on Rhonda's left foot, moving her leg back and forth to get the heel in. Both Rhonda and I realized he was spreading her knees much more than he needed to as he fit the shoe to her foot. He put her foot down in such a way that her legs were now open about eight inches. He then did the same to the other foot and at one time had spread her knees a good foot and a half. One of the other.