Wild-eyed with fear she cried out “NO, no , please no,” but her friend was already leaning forward, that hideous head was stretching already stret...ched muscles and nerves, pain coursing through her whole being, her elbows on the hard surface of the table slats, her fingers would by now have been pinching at those slats, but were now instinctively clawing at the air, they being secured to her collar at her throat. Centimetre by centimetre the thick black invader pushed and stretched her aching. Had it scanned my group when they approached he would have known you lied. I’ve never lied to him except about Christine, THAT, was only to save the both of their lives.” Evelyn stated a smile on her lips.“You saw him and he’s still alive? I should-.” the General started.“I think you should be afraid if he does find out. He’s not the same, he’s far faster and stronger than the last time I saw him. Yeah, you should hide.” Evelyn said starting to laugh harder.“Shut the hell up bitch! Kill that. Well, at least it isn't dull.Blame Bridget Jones. One of Katy's friends, Melanie, is a Bridget Jones fan, and she gets the idea for a theme party, Tarts and Vicars. A dress up, prostitutes and priests.Katy is invited of course. "Dress like a hooker, Katy." Melanie says. "It'll be so fun. And Brian will be there. You know, the actuary? He was interested in you. We'll have a prize for the best costume."On the phone, in the privacy of her office, Katy blushes red. An image of red. My tongue ran down to the gusset of her damp panties and back up sending shivers down her spine as she gripped the back rest as more giggles came from Beverley’s bedroom.I stood up behind her and popped open the button on my shorts releasing my throbbing manhood, Sam sighed in anticipation as I stepped forward and ran the swollen head up and down her crack, which hole? Mmm such choices..Her arsehole seemed to suck me in as I hovered the tip over the creased opening and she muffled something as.