She moaned openly, loving the feeling of the warm liquid on her exposed orifices. I spread the oil slowly over her glistening skin, following the cont...ours of her beautifully shaped posterior, making slow circles on each of her butt cheeks. At this point it was more caressing than massaging, more pleasuring than therapy. As I did so, the fine golden hairs of her bum shimmered and caught the faint light in the room and goose bumps spread like a wave over her skin. I took my time; there was no. All the networks were carrying it. Fox scarfed CBS’s initial images of the staked-out victims and interrupted their live feeds with it repeatedly, stealing millions of gore-hungry viewers from the other, more conservative networks who, after that first horrific burst of images, refused to show them again. It didn’t matter – by morning, the images were all over the internet.It turned out that every hiker who had disappeared into the Superstition Mountains for the last three years was staked out. ”“Did you come in the library to read a book—that book—or to get warm?” I asked. I really wanted to ask if he’d come in to follow me. If so, he was more persistent and clever than his homeless friends in the park were. And I found him intriguing as well as arousing.The boy shrugged. “I don’t know whether I’ll like the book. I just picked it up. But I don’t mind reading while I’m getting warm.”“It’s rather a coincidence, you know,” I said.“How so?” he asked.“As it happens, I wrote that book.”“I. In fact the other girl’s twat looked dry.“Does it itch or anything?”“No.”“Well, I still can’t see right inside, but everything looks normal. Do you dare feel inside? You know, with your fingers?”“What if some kind of virus or something is in there? I don’t want to get it on my fingers.”After a moment’s thought, Christen came up with a solution. The dildo she got from The Rising Sun. Helen could get that inside her vagina. When she took it out they could see if anything strange was on it.“What.