If she understood what was happening, she would have been more worried,as her limbs grew sluggish and heavy, and an otherworldly numbness creptacross ...her body as the creature inside her seized control of her lusciousform, bit by bit. Her eyes rolled into her skull, the overwhelming senseof pleasure washing over her. She could only clutch her stomach, her hipsbucking violently as the tentacle wriggled further inside of her, whileAthena continued working her rear. "Oh my gooood! AHNNNN!" She. ’ She fidgeted for a second. ‘That might be a little tough . . . My parents don’t know I’m in town.’ ‘What—’ I started. ‘They think I’m at school. I just drove home today without telling them.’ ‘Why?’ My heart skipped a beat. ‘Because I wanted to see you, Mr. Thompson.’ ‘You can call me Marc now, Angelina.’ I gave her a puzzled look. Impure thoughts raced through my head. ‘Where were you planning on staying?’ ‘With you, Mist—um . . . Marc.’ Her confidence faltered for a second. I didn’t know. I heard a chuckle as a door shut. I made myself a sandwich, slammed myself into a comfy position on my couch and watched TV until dad got home. My dads name is Jerry, my moms name is Sarah. Oh yes I forgot to mention; my name is Paul. "Hey dad." I slowly said as he walked in the door. "Hey son." He said equally slowly. I heard running, "Daddy!" My sister yelled as she ran up to hug him. "How was your day?" She asked. "It was fine," he replied. "Fine then grumpy pants, I'm going back to my. No thong at all and a sexy pair of stiletto heels. I looked my reflection at the wall mirror and liked what I saw…Two minutes after entering the theater; I was surrounded by seven black men in the darkness. I sat down in an empty row; but the first nigger approached alone and grabbed my hand.He made me stand up and ordered to bend over the edge of my own seat.As that first black bastard filled my aching cunt with his hard rod, I turned my head to view the action on the screen. A blonde porn.